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Our Foster Parenting journey, part 1

I guess I should start by saying, we never set out to be foster parents.  Jeff and I both have a heart for kids who were dealt a bad hand.  Kids who parents do not, or can not, love, provide, and keep them safe. We adopted our son Nicholas from the foster care system.  We got certified as a fost/adopt family, with the intention of adopting a child currently in the system. That was the plan, but "best laid plans....".
Nicholas was a gift from heaven.  Just born, just two days old.  His birth mom relinquished her rights at the hospital.  While the legal process was long, Nicholas was ours from the very beginning. We have loved him, nurtured him, and disciplined him since his very first days. He has been a blessing to us since day one.

We are foster parents again, and this time is much different.  Our newest little guy was in the system, in foster care.  We knew him through a friend.  My heart was drawn to this kid right away.  I felt compelled to advocate for him.  I felt divine direction pulling me to act on his behalf.  Fortunately, my husband agreed.  This is a tough one.  Our families voiced pretty strong arguments.  We have four children already, financially this didn't make sense, space is already tight, resources are stretched, etc....

As a family, we decided, it was something we needed to do. We knew that everyone in the family would be making sacrifices. We knew it wouldn't be easy. We all agreed that we wanted to intercede for this little boy, and we would find a way to make it work.  That was 4 1/2 months ago.

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