Today, we got the call we had anticipated, but it ended up falling through. There was a 7 year old boy and a 4 year old girl (brother & sister) that needed a home to go to. We of course said yes right away, but by the time word got back to DHS (Human Services), another match had already been found.
Here’s the thing that brought ache to my heart. Childhelp (the agency we are working with) told me the kids were literally sitting in the DHS office waiting for a placement. Basically, that means they had nowhere to sleep tonight if they didn’t get a placement. It is what they consider an emergency situation.
Can you imagine being taken from your home? You know that things aren’t quite right at home, but it is your home, after all. And someone comes in and tries to explain gently that you have to leave your home and come to an office. You wait there as calls are being made so you can meet a stranger who will ‘take care of you for a little while’. Now, imagine you are SEVEN and FOUR years old. How do you understand this? How does your mind process this separation and turn of events? You simply can’t.
In these moments I feel the great peace of God that we are in the center of what He wants us to do. There is not one part of my heart that has room to hear of precious children waiting in an office to hear “where they will go” without being able to offer a place in my own home. It is not that I think the children will immediately be grateful for their matching comforter sets or clean surroundings – because let’s face it – they won’t be. They just want to be at their own home. But, I know in my mind that we are a safe place. They will come to us broken, but we have the awesome gift of being able to show them to their healer!
Though our home was not the place for these two, it brings me such joy, almost to the point of tears, to know that we were able to say yes to them.
We know that God is moving His hand and is keenly aware of the children HE is placing in our home – and we simply wait on that choice with complete peace.