I have been slowly mulling over a couple of blogs I read a month or so ago. These days my thoughts are scattered and interrupted by the nearly constant needs of my small children. It takes time to formulate my random thoughts into cohesive ideas. It takes even more time to find the time to sit down uninterrupted and write them down. So forgive me if they are not fully processed or if nap ends in the middle of my post.
I recently read an article by Dr. John DeGarmo called My Grief Is Real: The Tears of a Foster Parent. As a foster mom I have cried many tears over my kids who moved on. I usually cried those tears the first time we found out they wouldn’t be staying in our family. And God faithfully comforted me each time as we began to work toward helping that…
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