One Step at a Time

Sitting on top of the roller coaster looking out over His promises was a breeze compared to the impending descent. Looking down at what’s to come over the next eleven weeks has a lot more twists and turns than we expected.

The class on Saturday was overwhelming. Mainly because of the paperwork and procedure involved. I understand the involvements of the children and the fact that the main objective is to reunite the child with the parents, but the things we have to get together and get ready was a lot to process in one class.

Of course, that’s why they did it.

The class was filled to nearly overflowing. The only way to tell who’s serious is to see who’s willing to make such a huge commitment. This class was meant to weed out those that aren’t serious or are doing this for the wrong reason.

One day removed, I’m feeling much better. I came home and got most of our paperwork in order. I’m done with my homework for the week and I’m ready to get an ‘A’ in class.

An added blessing was when our dear friends walked in to class yesterday. We weren’t sure they’d be able to take the class, but having them next to us was such a God-send. There was something about leaving class and being able to look at Christy and hear that she was feeling the same way I was. God is so good.

I love God’s peace, His comfort. I prayed on it last night. All night long, it seemed. And I heard Him say, again and again and again.

One step at a time, Darlin. One step at a time.

At the top

I’m at the top of the roller coaster, looking down over all of God’s promises. I have my hands in the air, waiting for the descent. What a spectacular view. What an amazing time in life.

The three things I’ve been praying for over the last several months are God’s will with Foster Parenting, my book to be complete and sent to publishers and home schooling the girls. And all three are happening within weeks of each other.

Saturday, we have our first class to become foster parents. With the amount of prayer our children have done over our decision, we are going to be a united foster family.

My book is finished and I’m working on a cover letter to publishers. Whether or not this is the path God would have for me, I know that at least my daughters will gain something from it in the years ahead.

And our curriculum has arrived to start home school.

So many things to be excited for, so many things to hope in. No wonder my hands are lifted high. I’m letting go to let God.