Five Minute Friday is a link-up where you free write for 5 minutes on the topic. This week’s topic is Find. Find other blogger’s interpretations here.
Five minutes is not a lot of time (and I write slow).
My 5 minute free write: (and…GO!)
The word indicates lost, missing, separation.
How can you find something unless it was not there before? So when we were lost, but now we are found in God’s family, that means we were not always there. Forget the cutesy junk about us all being God’s children and how all humans will make it to heaven. If that were so, we would never need to be found. (We would have never been missing in the first place.)
But when we were rebels, running from the very best thing, running from the loving God who created us, He came to find us.
It is hard in our noisy world to find someone willing to listen. It is hard to be that person, listening. And when you spend so much of your time listening to hard stories from little lips, you find yourself needing someone to listen to YOU for once.
Earlier this year I realized how much I longed to talk to someone who “got it”. I joined a couple of foster care support groups on facebook.* What a difference! In my feed I now had real questions and issues to be addressed. There were foster parents sharing encouraging stories about a kiddo’s progress. To be honest, I was just proud of the fact that I knew their abbreviations. It was like I fit right in to a secret club. 🙂
After introducing myself to the group, I got a message. It was from an editor of a foster care magazine. The editor asked if I would be willing to write an article for the magazine from the perspective of a biological child of foster parents. I jumped from my seat. Someone actually wanted to hear what I had to say? Someone was asking me to talk more about foster care???
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On Friday a worker for the Department of Children and Families in Vermont was fatally shot. The shooter appears to be a mother who was angry about losing custody of her child. The social worker left behind her own two daughters and husband.
It is a tragedy, happening in a parking lot near the state courthouse. It is also a reality social workers and other family workers face everyday. They often have no idea what they are stepping into when they go to a home to check on a child.
…Just keeping in mind that social workers have a hard job; but a job that is needed and changes many people’s lives for the better.
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You probably know how those conversations go. You mention your family is a foster family and they cut you off with
“Oh, I thought about doing foster care”
Quickly followed by the cringe-worthy
“But I would just love the kids too much to give them back.”
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Life: humans, their stories, histories, ordinary-beautiful-everyday occurrences.
Observed: seen, recorded, recognized, honored.
“Life” is a broad topic, so let me narrow it down. My life is entwined in the workings of foster care. I am a biological child of a foster and adoptive family. The people I see- foster children, biological parents, social workers, guardian ad litems, etc, and the processes of the system- emergency placements, reunification, adoption, visits, court hearings, etc, are everyday things for me. It is a life different from others (each of our lives are) but one I hope to share with you here, at Life. Observed.