Foster Care Reflections:Talking about Jesus
Today my son's science lesson was covering the various theories about the beginning. He is very interested in physics, so he was introduced to the Big Bang Theory. He thought the thought of it was very cool and it gave us an opportunity to discuss how scripture (and science!) refutes this theory. He said the thought of the earth being so fragile made him scared of many things.
**My son suffers from many various forms of anxiety and has since he was 2 years old. Controlling his fear is akin to some people learning how to control their hormones in middle age. It's doable with a LOT of work and some help from the right balance of medication.
So I began, as I have done so many times in the past, to walk him through the memories of how God has taken care of our every need. We are to care for His creation, but we don't do it alone. He has left no room for our doubt of Him and that is why we can trust Him with these really big worries. At this, my son said, "Mom, you always have a way of making me feel better. Sometimes I think 'she's always talking about Jesus!' but then you have a way of telling it to me in a way that I understand exactly what you mean".
In all the ins and outs, the crazy and the chaos, the tears and the joy of foster care-my son heard me talk about Jesus so much that he can say that statement with an eye roll LOL My kids could learn a lot of things, both good and bad, in this missional life we live. Honestly, that's a concern that doesn't leave my heart. While we care for those who come for a season, we have to also maintain the care of those who stay a lifetime. I can admit that I am not a perfect mom. I am not even a hot mess. I am more like cold hands and no makeup kinda mess. At the end of the day though, we are all the same. No matter our missional life, no matter the number of children God has gifted us with, no matter where He has placed us, the call on us all is still the same.
"She's always talking about Jesus"!
By choosing to follow the call to foster, our children get to see us live out the love of Christ for realsies. They get to participate in healing wounded hearts and teaching what Grace is all about. They have seen us pray over broken children and hurting parents. They have been in Bible studies with birth families around our kitchen table. They have witnessed rough seas, joyful victories, and faithful struggles. We may not have our emptied beds filled right now, but I'm so thankful that our kids still see that life is not doable in chaos or calm without GOD over all and in all things. Out of all the things that could be taken from us and passed on to future generations, I hope that this is what they walk away with, unwavering-unstoppable faith.
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