My Job

I used to think it was my job, as their mom, to shield them from the brokenness of this world.

When you open your home up to fostering, that job pretty much becomes impossible. I remember that being my number one reservation when we were considering fostering “Do I really want to put our kids through all of this?”

Three years later I wish I could go back and assure my younger self...
"yes, you really do, and you will be so proud you did. Those kids you are so worried about are stronger than you can possibly imagine. They will walk through some heart-wrenching moments, say goodbye to those they considered siblings, cry heavy tears, and then get up the next morning begging for us to re-open our home. You will watch as their worldview is re-shaped to make room for those that don’t act or look like them. They won’t handle it all perfectly, but they will continue to grow, just like you will. Somehow, together as a family, you will begin to see past your little corner of the world and see a world that is in desperate need of a Savior."

And now I see clearly that my job as their mom was never to give them a false sense of the world, but instead, it is to teach them about the Savior that can heal this broken world and be His hands and feet while we are here.

Amie Wallis
Photo credit: Corey Kramer Photography