First Call

  So about a month ago, we were at church and I got a call. Nothing can describe the knot in my throat that came when my phone rang and the name on my phone was the lady who places fosters in homes. I knew as soon as I seen her name she was calling to ask us to take a child. You could only imagine my surprise when I was asked to take TWO. After speaking to Kyle and her assuring us it would only be one night, we said yes. (Many times foster parents are told one or two nights and it rarely is true.) Anyways, we said yes. We said yes to two boys, age 6 and 4. However, it turned out the youngest was not 4...he was 3. I told the lady to give me 10 mins to get someone to take my place at church and then I would be on my way to get them. 
  The scariest feeling I've ever had was the 7 mile drive from my house to DHR that night. I was scared and nervous and a tad bit of me was excited. These were the first children we said yes to since M. I didn't know anything about them except they were boys and their ages. It was kind of like a blind date. Except if it didn't work out there was no giving out the wrong number-we were stuck. At least for the night. It really terrified me. I didn't know how M would feel about this, not to mention Kyle was a wreck too.
  When I got to DHR my face probably told my fears because a foster mom pro, who was there to get siblings of the boys, assured me I would be okay. After picking up these two boys, who had literally nothing with them but the clothes on their back, I became so broken. There I was, a grown woman, scared of two little kids. These two kids were probably scared 10 times the amount I was. Everything they had known had been stripped away. They were having to stay with complete strangers and being separated from their sisters. I felt awful. I began to pray for them on the way home as I was answering their questions the best I could. (Honestly, I didn't know the answers to their questions. They told me answers to my questions by asking theirs.) 
  After we got home they ate, showered, and played a little bit with M. Bedtime came and they laid down. Just when I thought I had it under control and could breathe easy, BAM. I won't give details but it wasn't an easy night and I often pray the small one has a better time adjusting than he did with me.
  I learned that night how hard fostering can truly be, but I also learned how rewarding. We only had those sweet boys for one night. But God placed them in our home that one night for a reason. I may not ever know the reason but what I do know is that those boys were safe, clean, warm, and most importantly, prayed for. 
  I literally have thought about those two boys and their sisters almost everyday since they've left. Such heartache at such a young age. When I think about the littlest one and the hard time he had, I get a little teary eyed because he was about the same age as my M was when he first came in to foster care. I'm thankful for every home M has been in and I'm thankful everyday his road lead him to our home.