One of the things they are learning is prayer. They have never heard of it before. Never even been inside a church except for a funeral one time. The older one refuses to even try praying but loves to have us pray. It makes everything feel safe, and can only go to sleep after prayers, is how the oldest feels about prayer. The youngest doesn't really talk, but has learned to love prayer time. At the end of each prayer, and sometimes in the middle, we hear a squeal of delight. Happiness radiates from this child whenever there is a prayer said. This youngest child is so close to the spirit still and the excitement felt for prayer teaches us all so much.
It's all a lot of roller coaster of emotions this foster care stuff. You get to love the kids so much. Instantly love them in this case. The second I held them I felt my heart jump inside me and I knew I was a goner. They were so perfect and it's like a piece of the puzzle of our family is complete. That's part of what makes it so hard. I love them just like they're mine. I honestly have the same love for them that I do the 5 boys I gave birth to! Its amazing. But that's what makes it so hard also.
So I turn to prayer a lot. I pray for guidance, strength, love, insight, peace, patience, hope, faith, and that His will be done, and so much more.
Prayer, what an amazing gift.
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