So much is going on around here. So much.
Its been just over a month since the girls came back. Our days are filled with case workers, therapists, visits, casas, calls, appointments.....I can't even describe it all.
Yet somehow God keeps it all straight. And doesn't let us jack it up too bad.
But here? The laundry, the dishes, the devices to manage, the emails, the food, the shopping.....it's all a lot. Like if a lake is a lot, I am in the middle of what feels like an ocean.
Weave in the emotions of 9 children, all of whom are experiencing some sort of trauma, and all I can do is press into the Lord and try to be available.
The little boy we are fostering will be here for a while. A long while. Mom has some serious stuff she has to deal with, some involving jail time, and we are going to just plan on him being with us for a long long time.
I am standing in faith that the girls will not. But the last time they came I believed it would be a few months and it was actually eight. But I pray daily for God to fix this. Whatever needs fixing. And make the madness stop. These girls being gone from their home with their mom feels a bit on the insane side. Children can't feel safe and stable unless they have confidence that mom is doing what is right and unless their environment is stable. But selfishly- I just want them to go home. This all feels like too much. Emotions are bubbling over daily. Frustrations are building. Their hearts are confused.
In the bible, Abraham is told by God to take his son Isaac and sacrifice him (Genesis 22:2-8). And Abraham, although he loved his son very much, did what God asked him to do. He even bound him and laid him on top of the wood at the alter and was reaching for the knife. That is when an angel of the Lord stopped him and said he didn't have to sacrifice his son. That because he was willing to do so, it showed God that he feared Him enough to not even withhold his own son.
I feel a bit like Abraham. The toll that this decision is taking on my children is great. There is always a price, right? A price for obedience. A price to saying yes to the hard, unimaginable things God asks us to do. And there is not a single person among the eleven of us living in this house that is not paying a price. But my children do not yet have the rooted unshakable faith in our living God to be able to endure all of this without having some emotional effect. And as I was crying out, feeling like I am hurting my children and wondering if this is really what is right, God reminded me what he asked of Abraham.
I am carrying my entire family to the altar Lord. I give it all. We give it all. We are walking out in faith what You have asked us to do, and out of obedience we are doing it. Trusting with every single scrap of who we are that you are going to redeem it all. Cover my children God. Cover all of these children. Cover my marriage. Cover this home.
