Big Steps

There are baby steps, and there are big, kinda scared-out-of-your-pants steps. We have officially started foster care training. (I know, it's a long process. And that's assuming all goes well and we are approved and able to finish training. Not cuz we are drunken criminals or anything, -I'm not. But I'm not gonna comment on the hooligans.- but ya never know what complications you may run into.)

I'm not exactly scared per se, but I am a little nervous. It's one thing to be entrusted with your own family...a BIG thing...but it's a whole different thing entirely to be a part of helping (hopefully) heal another person's family. I feel completely unworthy and unfit for this job. But I think that's probably a good thing. No pride over here. It's just something that we couldn't seem to get away from, if you know what I mean. It just kept coming up, in my face, everywhere I turned. A real 'is that You, God?' type of deal. So we take the big step, and see where it leads. It may lead to nowhere but us learning more about our family and what we need to grow. Or it may lead to the aforementioned helping of other families.

There is more training to do, a home study, psychological testing that will surely reveal us for the lunatics that we are, etc. There are interviews that ask the type of questions like, 'do you like to wander around your house in you underwear'. (How did they KNOW? I mean, where do you think the hooligans get it from? Kidding, kidding.) Lots of things designed specifically to make this introvert uncomfortable. I mean, 'get out of my space' is my middle name. I think, regardless of the outcome, I've already learned a lot. Like when God asks you to do something, He doesn't guarantee it'll be easy, and you should also probably just do it. Even if it means you can't wander around in your underwear anymore. ;)