Although the chances of meeting you in person are very slim,
possibly non-existent, I often think about you and the powerful impact you have
in the lives of the foster children who are in my home.
I am not an attorney or a legal assistant or even a court reporter,
nor am I personally acquainted with anyone who is. In fact, I don’t know very much about the
legal system at all. Whenever a court
hearing is scheduled for the families of my foster children, I sit expectantly
by the telephone at home, sometimes unsuccessful in the virtue of patience,
waiting in anticipation for news of the hearing’s outcome. My opinion will not be taken into
consideration. My perspective of the
situation has minimal significance. So I
must completely entrust the lives of my little ones into your capable,
knowledgeable hands. Hands that hold the
gavel as it decisively bangs onto the bench, setting in motion decisions that
will have permanent ramifications. I have
no say or influence in those decisions, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that
I am silent. I often use my voice to
pray for you.
