Yesterday was a hard day.
The night before we’d helped to provide childcare for a foster parent training session.
There were quite a few children under 3 there. None of them came home with us.
In the afternoon, a worker called asking us to consider caring for 2 little boys – 3 and 1.
The 3 year-old has significant medical, physical, and mental needs.
We made phone calls, prayed, felt torn, talked it through with current foster mom, and made a hard decision.
We told them no.
Hard. And the enemy tries to accuse.
So I run to my Father. I know His arms always welcome me.
I know that He doesn’t call me to be a superhero but a daughter.