Mother of 3

I'm sitting at my desk watching the sun rise.  There's a crispness to the morning that suggests fall is just around the corner.  The summer was full of change as we worked to prepare our home for a new addition.   Chase and I are now the parents of a teenager.  When I spoke of our plans to adopt a teenager through foster care, I had a few people glance at me with surprise and confusion.   Perhaps we are a special kind of crazy. I've spent a great deal of time examining my motives.  Why?  Our life was comfortable, pleasant, and routine... Why disrupt it all?   As cliche as it may sound, I felt God called my family to do this.   He is good.  He has been good to my family.  He has given us so much, and loved us so abundantly.  How can I not give back?

Today was her first day of school.  So many new things.   New home.  New family.  New school.  New therapist.  New expectations.  New faith.  New hope.   I can't help but be a little nervous about her first day at school.  I hope and pray she will make good friends who will encourage her and hold her accountable.  I pray she will learn what it is to belong and not just "fit in." I pray that her faith will grow.  I pray that I will have and recognize opportunities to serve and love, and that I can be a small part of her learning to trust.