Home. This is a word so many of us take for granted, waste away, and become entitled to. But home is a gift, home is a chance. A chance for hope to breath into your life. A chance for dreams to be created. A chance for love to be shared.
After experiencing several miscarriages I found myself really soul searching, purpose searching. Where does the pain end and healing begin. Where do I connect what I lost with what I still have. Home is where it begins and home is where it ends. I have created this safe space for my children to seek refuge, my husband to seek rest, myself to seek joy. If I have created this space, this “home”, why must it be limited to just the 4 other humans that are forced to stick with me due to vows or biology? Why not open this space to others, why not open this space we call “home”.
Fostering was placed upon my heart after my 3rd miscarriage but I quickly shoved that thought into a dark closet as if it was not safe enough to embrace. The facts alone that foster parents have very little rights and that children can be pulled away at any moment suffocated my mind. Then it hit me. These innocent children suffer this life regardless of my choice. Me not helping doesn’t keep one more child in his home, it just places one more child in a community center, a family protective service office or another overflowing foster home. Me not helping is simply me not helping. I have a home to comfort, a heart to serve and ability to love, so why not use these God given gifts to do just that? Is this not His one and only request of us?!
30 Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’[a] 31 The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] There is no commandment greater than these.” Mark 12:30-31
Fortunate for me and I’m sure not by ‘coincidence’, there is a local non profit called Austin Angels located less than 2 miles from my home. Less than 2 miles! This agency not only supports but loves on the foster community all around us in the most tangible of ways. This….this is where I will seek refuge. This is where I will find my rest. This is where I will dive in, educate myself and really listen to the foster family that I (and my lovebox family) will be supporting for the next 12 months. This is where I will be a part of a community that is so much bigger than me. I will look the 9 year old and 11 year old girls in the eye and tell them, “I’m here.” “I care.” I will display it by my actions and share it with my words. It is my prediction that these girls, this family, will do so much more for me than I ever could do for them.
So back to my soul searching, back to my purpose. Is it not interesting that the suffering allowed upon me in this lifetime was the removal/taking away of babies? The taking away of something so precious and so sacred that the life I once knew, no longer existed. Now I don’t believe for one minute that God placed miscarriage upon my life, but I do believe that He knew I would face this struggle, this loss. I believe He gave me the heart to want to use it to serve others. Will I become a foster mom one day? I hope so. Will they be taken away from me? Possibly so. But if they do, I know that I will be ok. I know that I will survive, because I already have. I will continue to seek the ones who are hurting around me and find peace in providing. Find peace in comforting.
As this world can feel so big sometimes, it’s hard to see where we can make a difference. Where we can begin the conversation of real change. The best advice I ever got was to look in my own backyard. Look at the neighbor who hasn’t mowed their yard in a month. Look at the single dad living 2 doors down or look into the foster facility less than 2 miles away. It’s our neighbors we are told to love. Our neighbors we are told to serve. Let’s start there. Let’s show them we care. Let’s show them we are listening. This is where true transformation begins. This is where true change is made.
“Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.” Galatians 6:2
It’s my greatest hope that these words reach who they were intended for ❤️
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