Would you be willing to care for a teenager for a little while?
If someone had asked me that
question a few months ago, I would have said, No way! The sweet, little
innocent babies? Of course! The medically fragile ones or the ones with
special needs? I will consider it,
depending on the season of our life and what is happening in our family. The older ones? Sorry, I’m just not comfortable with having a
troubled teen in my home.
That would have been my response a
few months ago. This, however, is today. You just never know when an ordinary day and
a simple prayer can open your heart. When
a chance encounter will form an unlikely bond.
When God will give you the opportunity, and then the courage, to say yes.
For many years, my husband and I
have attended the training classes that are required by our licensing
agency. And for many years, they have
either not offered childcare, or the children just sit in another room with a
movie and a supervising adult. I’ve
always thought we could – and should! – be doing something to make the time
more enjoyable and productive for these kids.
Last year, about this time, my
husband and I helped organize a new orphan care ministry at our church.1 One of the first things we did was offer to
recruit volunteers from our faith community, people who would be willing to
provide structured activities for the children and youth while their foster
parents attend the training classes down the hall. People who would be willing to introduce
these hurting children to the love of Jesus.
The timing of our agency’s training
class last month was incredibly providential.
A local church in our community just “happened” to be hosting a service
project day the same date as the class, and they were looking for opportunities
to serve. Nearly 20 of their church members
donated their entire Saturday, volunteering to spend time with our agency’s foster
children.2
I didn’t know these dear people who
came that day, but I assumed that like most believers, cocooned and protected
in our little church families, they may not have had much prior experience with
interacting with children who are in the foster care system. They may be coming with pre-conceived ideas
or misconceptions or stereotypes or prejudices.
They may even be coming with some fear.
I prayed for these volunteers, asking that the Lord would open their
hearts to the children and youth they would be meeting, and that He would maybe
even inspire them to open their homes in the future to a child in need.
Once the craziness of the arrivals
and sign-ins had calmed down, and after everyone was settled into their various
assignments and activities, I did a quick walk-through and counted everyone. I realized that there were not enough adult
volunteers with the group of teenagers.
Oh no! I knew instantly what the
Lord was asking me to do.
Now, teens can be a little scary,
especially teens who have been exposed to violence, who have learned by
necessity how to fend for themselves, who have been bounced around to so many foster
homes and group homes that they no longer trust anyone. So yes, I was a little nervous. I’m a “nice” girl; what would I possibly have
in common with a tough, street smart, urban-dwelling teenager? One with body piercings and tattoos? One who might use cuss words?
But I sensed that the Lord was
asking me to step into this uncomfortable situation. Honestly, I would have much rather been
organizing, planning, leading, doing . . . anything but trying to get to know a
bunch of teenagers with whom I most likely have nothing in common. But I knew He would be with me, and I really
wanted to be obedient to His leading. And
so I said yes.
The day was filled with lots of
laughter, good conversations and some minor squabbles, and I even learned a few
new dance moves. Through it all, I was
surprised to find that I did indeed end up connecting with one of the
girls. She was a firecracker of a girl –
not even 5 feet tall, but spunky and confident and sassy. I thought, almost as an afterthought, You know, Lord, if You asked me to care for
a teenage foster child like her, I would say yes. And immediately I was shocked by the
thought. Did I just say that to the
Lord? No, no, no! When I prayed that the volunteers would open
their hearts to these kids, I meant them,
not me!
All too quickly the day ended, and we
each returned to our respective homes. I
returned to caring for the needs of my family and planning the next event for
our orphan care ministry. Over the next
few weeks that spirited girl came to my mind from time to time, and I wondered
if I would ever see her again.
Then last week, I got “the
call.” (Have I mentioned that every time
the phone rings, my heart skips a beat?
It usually means something important is about to happen. This call was no exception.)
Would you be willing to care for a teenager for a little while?
Isn’t God amazing? Weeks ago, even before the need arose, He had
prepared me to open my heart to a teenager.
He had prepared me to say yes.
And isn’t God amazing? It wasn’t just any teenager who needed a place to stay, it was her!
It was the very same little firecracker teenager I had already met! Not only had He been preparing me, He had been preparing her!
Staying with strangers has got to be stressful and nerve-wracking. Going to a new home is surely
unsettling. But she wasn’t going to come
into the home of a complete stranger. She
would be staying with me - someone she had already met and spent time
with!
We greeted each other with a warm
hug when she came, and within a few days it seemed as if she had always been a
part of our family. It wasn’t too long
before my husband assigned her a nickname – a term of endearment he reserves
for his favorites.3 And my
daughters loved her instantly. Shortly
after her arrival we were at the store, when the sales clerk saw them together
and asked if they were sisters. They
answered in unison, without hesitation, yes!
I don’t know what the future holds
for this girl – or for us. I don’t know
how long we will be involved in her life or what role we will play. Will she become a permanent part of our
family? It’s preposterous to even
consider! Who in their right mind would
adopt a teenager who has come from such hard places? The thought is absolutely terrifying to me. I mean, knees-shaking, nail-biting, panic-attack kind of fear.
There are so many things I just
don’t know. I don’t know all of the
details of her story. I don’t know what
the courts will determine to be the best outcome for her. I don’t know what unthinkable thing the Lord
is going to ask me to do.
What if I say yes, and then the task
ends up being too big? Too hard? Too impossible? What if it ends up being turbulent and
frightening? Or even dangerous? What if the challenges are
insurmountable? The wounds too deep? What if I don’t love her enough? What if she doesn’t love me enough?
Fortunately, the Lord doesn’t expect
me to have all the answers. He knows I’m
not very brave. He knows I’m not really
qualified to do this. He knows full well
that this task is too big for me.
For today, though, He just wants me
to trust Him. He just wants me to walk
into the unknown with confidence that He
knows what lies ahead. For today, He
just wants me to say yes.
1.
Orphan
Connections is a ministry of Colonial Baptist Church in Cary, North Carolina. Our goal is “Connecting orphans with
families. Connecting families with the
love of God.“ www.orphanconnections.org
2.
As a side note,
I tend to be a very task-oriented person, which is good if you want to get
things done, but not so good if you want to connect with people. While I was running around unlocking doors,
setting out sign-up sheets and making sure everyone knew where to take their
kids, I was getting a little frustrated that none of the volunteers were nearby
to help. I happened to catch a glimpse
into the gym while I was rushing past, and there they were, 20 people huddled
in a circle, committing the day to the Lord.
I was SO humbled (and convicted!) that they had paused to make prayer a
priority.
3.
In the movie Monsters, Inc. a little girl
accidentally enters the monster world, and one of the monsters names her “Boo.” His friend, fearing the attachment that he
sees forming, warns, “Don’t give it a name!” So my husband, when he begins to attach to
one of our foster kids, jokes, “Don’t give it a name!” Therefore, this young lady, who has already
won his heart, will forever be known to him as serial number XB6783746.
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