Like foster parents everywhere, I generally go about my daily life, never knowing when I am going to receive The Call to take a child. But the ringing of the phone and the voice of the social worker on the other end generates an instantaneous range of emotions. Excitement: Here comes a new child into my heart! It’s an opportunity to fall in love all over again! Uncertainty: Am I ready? Is my home ready? Apprehension: Do I really have time and energy to take on this new challenge? Should athletes really be running marathons after the age of 40? Anxiety: What am I getting myself into?! What if this child’s needs exceed my abilities? But most of all gratitude and humility: I can’t believe that of all the people in the world, God would choose ME to care for this child!
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