I guess you all know how sad I am about missing the boys. I have been in a serious funk. (Sorry Heidi for subjecting you to my sadness the other day. Thanks for listening!) If you don't know how sad I am, all you have to do is look at my puffy swollen tear-stained face and I thnk you would be able to figure it out.
Never fear, I haven't given up. I am still trying to figure out ways that we can get them back. God's will will be done. I know that, I also know that these babies deserve the very best life can give them.
However, Kaden has conditioned me to early morning hours and apparently my body adjusted. Seems I wake up around 4 oclock each morning and I have started using that quiet alone time to talk to God. I was praying yesterday morning, asking Him for His guidance. Where do I go from here? And the answer came to me as clearing as if God spoke the words out loud.
"Foster care, Leigh"
Ever since the Taven and Kaden left with their grandmother, I had decided that the emotional attachment was too hard to do foster care. I had postponed the classes. I had started storing all of the "stuff" I have collected. Until yesterday.
Now I am ready to get started. Keep the family in your prayers as we get back on the right track. Keep the boys, Taven and Kaden in your prayers as their future is still up in the air. There is a final court hearing in March.
I am still feeling really down about the boys being gone.
What I miss most are the simple joys that come with having babies and toddlers at home. I miss the sweet sound of Kaden sucking his two middle fingers. When we heard that sound during the night, we knew it was time to get the bottle ready, because he was almost ready to eat.
I miss hearing Taven's mischevious little giggle. I think that is the sweetest little giggle I have ever heard. When he was laughing that sweet little belly laugh, it was usually when he was getting into something he was not supposed to.
I miss Kaden sitting in his little pink bouncy chair on the kitchen table while I was getting dinner ready. He would just coo and goo while sitting in his manly pink bouncy chair.
I miss mealtimes with Taven. Every ten minutes, he says in his deep little voice, "I needa eat". When he had eaten 4 or 5 bites, he would hold his chubby little hand up as if saying "talk to the hand" and shake his little head. Those curls on his head would just bounce.
The main comfort I have from all of this is that these babies are loved and cherished where they are now. They are doted on, loved, cared about.
Hopefully, we will get to see the boys tonight. They are heading to Mississippi tomorrow and the next time we will see them will be in December.
Look at that mischeivious little grin! Isn't that face adorabe?Our chuch has had the honor of ministering to a Muslim family for the last couple of months. They gave birth to their fifth child last week, their first little girl. She was born with heart issues and needed open heart surgery. Not quite a week old yet. This family allowed our church to pray over them this past Sunday during our worship service. Their baby girl was in surgery for many long hours today and the doctors thought at first that they were going to have to leave her chest open because of the enlarged heart. Praise be to God that when the surgery was completed, her heart was NOT enlarged at all and her chest cavity was closed!!
Not only is that the praise but this family made comments that this wonderful news is all because of the prayers our church sent up to "our" God!!!! Pray for open hearts to receive "our" Jesus Christ as their savior. He is working on their hearts and is ready to receive them with open arms!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
