We have been getting several calls of kids needing homes. It literally breaks my heart of the turmoil
that some kids have to live under because of the parents actions. They are just passengers in these families
with no choices and completely dependent on these unstable parents. I find myself guarding my ears on what I am
about to hear or read. Sometimes it is
just too much.
Over Christmas break we got a call regarding a 15 year old
boy. This incident happened on Christmas
day. The dad had stabbed the mother and she was in critical condition in the
hospital. There were 4 siblings. 3 of them found homes however because the boy
was 15 nobody wanted him. We said
"yes" only to get a call later saying that the grandparents were
being certified and he will be placed with them. To be honest I was reluctant
to accept because I have two 15 year old girls. My first priority is their safety. The Lord answered this prayer by keeping him
with family.
Now we are in the process of deciding about another sibling
group. The boy is 15 and the girl is
9. They have been legally free for 3
years and have been in and out of foster care since the age of 3 and still in
foster care. They are separated and desperately
wanting to be together. I have a million
and one questions regarding this case. The
boys CANS assessments are rated a 1 and the girls CANS are rated a 2. I have tons of questions about that also. We need prayer. To think that I would close the door on my 15
year old who her CANS were rated a 1 gives me chills. By not taking her I do believe our family
would have missed out on a gem.
I am part of an adoption support group and they had some
excellent suggestions regarding how to hand this. They suggested after asking all the question
possibly doing a couple of respite weekends to get to know them. This way there is no commitment and we would
have a good idea of what kind of children we are dealing with.
* I just got off the phone with the case worker about these
children. They sound like hurting,
desperate children but they don’t even realize it. Much to pray about.
