The beginning...
Being a teacher I come across children all the time whom I wish I could just take home and shower them with love. The school that I work at puts me in the roll of mother and teacher to many of my students. Never did I think that I would actually have the opportunity to make that all powerful impact by providing one of my students with a loving home and supportive environment.
My journey thus far began almost a year ago. Well really it began before that. As far back as I can remember I have wanted children.........granted, I want the whole package...some might call it the American dream. I had always had thoughts of adopting and figured it would be something I would do SOMEDAY. While working on my masters degree in counseling one of my professors, who is very active in the foster care system in her state, made me overly aware of the system and the children who are caught up in it. As I was listening to her stories and seeing her pictures, I became overwhelmed with emotion. I felt as if God was telling me that this was my path. In fact, I felt so moved that I went home and told my boyfriend that I didn't think it was in His plan for me to have children of my own...of course my bf thought I was crazy. However, this feeling never left me. I continued to feel this pull towards adoption. Not any kind of adoption either, but the kind that most people don't do. I wanted to help a child who may appear to be "hopeless" and who was at risk at being trapped in the system. I didn't want to adopt a baby, and I didn't want a child from another country. I wanted a child from the foster care system who is at risk of never being adopted. My heart was leading me in a direction I am still not fully prepared to go.....that is where the faith comes in.
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