The topic of fostering first came up for us early in my pregnancy with KW. I was reading a book that awakened my heart to the emotions and struggles of foster children. We were sitting on the beach, and the conversation went something like this:
me: "Would you ever be interested in fostering or adopting another child?"
b: "Yes. That would be something I would consider."
me: "Okay. Just curious. Let's have this baby first."
Around the same time, we also saw the movie The Blindside. If you haven't seen it, do. It is the true story of a family that takes in a young man from the projects and helps him go to college on a football scholarship. He later joins the NFL. At the end of the movie, his "mother" mentions that she saw in the paper where some of his old friends were involved in a shooting, and one was killed. She thinks to herself something along the lines of, "That could have been my Michael, but it wasn't." She couldn't change the lives of all of the boys, but she could do it for one.
Soon after KW was born, we heard a sermon about the difficulty of wondering if you are making a real difference in this world. Poverty, abuse, injustice - fighting these is a losing battle. The enemy has been given power in this world, and sometimes we become overwhelmed as we attempt to spread Light in this darkness.
How can we be sure to make a lasting impact? Do for one what you wish you could do for everyone.
How do you do for one what you wish you could do for everyone? Go deep. Go long. Go money.
What could be deeper, longer, or - frankly - more money than bringing a child into your home who has lost their own? The question is, which one?