What did we get ourselves into?

Being a parent ain't easy. Being a foster parent would be downright impossible, but for the grace of God.

Let me just fill you in on some of the goings-on in our household in the past couple of weeks. We had the opportunity last weekend to take J to the zoo, where he had never been before. As unremarkable as you and I may find the Jackson Zoo, he thought it was the best thing ever. We happened to go on the day that Eko the Tiger was celebrating his third birthday, and J wanted to bring him home so he could celebrate with us. 😂 He seriously couldn't understand why a tiger living in our backyard was not possible, and was incredibly worried that Eko would be lonely that night all by himself.

This past weekend, we went to Oxford to visit Joseph's parents. His sister and our niece were there too, so it was a lot of fun. Skyla, our niece, just had a birthday, and Joseph's dad and our little man have birthdays coming up, so we celebrated together. It was fun to see J interact with his "cuz," and his "MawMaw" and "GrandPawPaw," as he called them.

We had a great time hanging out with them, but it was not without its moments of stress. Adjusting from being married with no kids to married with a nine-year-old is huge. Factor in some of the unique challenges that come with foster care, and with this particular child, and it's overwhelming.

Mealtime is always tiring for us. This past week we discovered that at his last foster home, they allowed him to eat with his hands, and did not teach him to use a fork or knife. We are constantly reminding him to use his fork, not touch his feet at the dinner table, chew with his mouth closed. Add in a new place and new people, and he was even more distracted than usual this weekend. If I had a nickel for every time I said, "Don't touch your feet," or "use your fork" during a meal this weekend, I would be a rich woman.

One thing we are having to deal with is the system itself. Little J is currently going through a hard adjustment period after being taken off of a medicine that we found out he was never supposed to continue when he came to our home. We were handed three medication bottles and were told we were supposed to be giving them to him, only to find out while trying to get a refill that one of them had been discontinued. To say I was frustrated and upset would be an understatement. Realizing that he had probably already been through this withdrawal period once broke my heart. He is exhausted and can't make it through the day without a nap. Hopefully he will continue to adjust, but right now he is struggling.

I am so thankful for our church family during all of this. We are working hard to make it through the day-to-day, while also trying figure out how to get this little boy everything he needs to get caught up in school and adjust to a new home. Without the folks at Pinelake, I'm not sure how we would make it. Tonight, Abbie and Caleb Koonce are taking him for a couple of hours so Joseph and I can eat dinner together, just the two of us, for the first time in almost three weeks. Starting tomorrow, folks will be bringing us meals three times a week. People, you have no idea how huge this is for us. Becoming a foster parent when you have no biological children is like having a baby - only, I would venture to say, much harder. This child doesn't just eat, sleep, and go to the bathroom. He can talk, make messes, break things, have meltdowns...I'll just stop there and say, it's really, really hard sometimes. Were it not for the fact that we know that God has called us to this, I don't know if we could make it. Even then, sometimes Joseph and I look at each other and I know we are both thinking, "What did we get ourselves into?"

But let me tell you something: while I was still a sinner, Christ gave his life for me. I am unlovable, and messy, and broken, and in need, yet Jesus took me into his family. Daily he pours out grace and love into my life that I don't deserve. And he desires for me to allow him to pour out grace and love through my life so that others can know him.

Little J, your life was worth it to Christ. He loves you so much that he laid down his life for you. And I pray that he will give me and Joseph the strength to lay down our lives at the foot of the cross, so that one day you can know him, too.