Two days old

Wednesday, January 4: I was talking to my mom on the phone and it beeped that another call was coming through. I looked down and saw the numbers 562 and immediately knew who it was and what they wanted.  I quickly said goodbye and then hello.  There was no small talk.  Just some basic information relayed while she awaited my answer.  I knew the answer was yes, but called Cale to make sure.  And just like that, life shifted.  A phone call bearing news of a two day old little boy who needed a place to be loved and protected and care for.  And that place was with us.  

Shall I back up and fill you in a little bit?  It's a long God-filled story, but I'm going to give you the Cliff Note version.  Last April, having already known that it was God's plan for our family to grow through adoption, He began to shift that vision to something we'd never considered: foster care.  Dun, dun, duh. And that's totally how we felt about it.  Not something we'd ever considered, but He had.  So a few short weeks later, after some praying and crying and peace overflowing, we signed up for Foster Care classes through our county. It took til the end of September for our home study to be approved, but when it was done we were officially licensed Foster Parents.  And then we waited.  

And we waited some more.  We were well aware that it is a good problem to not have children come into the Foster Care system, but at the same time were so ready to see who God would bring to our family, for how ever long.  And a week and a half ago that waiting and wondering came to an end.  He brought us the sweetest little guy, E, who has turned our family upside down in the best possible way.  We have no idea how long he will be with us, but we are all resolved to love him well everyday that he's here.  I don't know what the Lord is going to do in E's life or in our family, but I know it will be good.  And for today I'm going to soak up some newborn love and every little squeak and wriggle!