Last night, Mike asked how he could be praying for me. And I shared.
I shared how God’s growing me--and moving me--towards something ‘more’ within the Foster Care Community.
I shared I’m not quite sure what that role looks like.
I shared that God doesn’t want me to run ahead of Him. That right now, I need to remain bridled to Him and allow Him to teach me and grow me. That right now, I need to work on being obedient and faithful. That right now, I simply need to be content with my life--today’s life--no changes, additions, or “if onlys”.
I shared that I can currently do some neat things within the wait; wonderful, “behind the scenes” things that appear so little, yet can bring so much hope and encouragement to the people who ARE doing the ‘more’ within the Foster Care Community.
Perhaps my role will always be the “little things”. I don’t know.
But I do know this: God, for reasons I can’t quite figure out, has chosen me to have a heart--an ache--for foster care. And it’s an ache I cannot ignore.