Blessed By Teens?

Today will be a big day. I'm quite certain that nothing momentous will happen. Just for the record, that would be perfect.

We are off this morning to a meeting of sorts. Case workers, birth parents and of course, us. Foster Parents. Hmm.

We seem to be doing the biggest job in this picture and yet we are in most ways the least important. And so it should be. The birth parents are trying to get it all together. The case workers are trying to figure out what is best for this family. The judges have to try to make sense of this fledgling life. The baby is busy about the business of being a baby. We're sort of glorified baby-sitters.

I'm curious and apprehensive about this morning. I've met the birth parents before. I fully expect this morning to be filled with the unexpected. It's a funny feeling.

On another note, I love my high schoolers! Who knew? I really sort of landed backwards into this high school small group thing. That is a pattern in my life, stumbling into something backwards. I really have always thought of myself as more of a college student kind of person, but I must say these kids are growing on me in a most delightful way. They amuse me, challenge me, keep me on my toes. They make me smile and laugh, they struggle to keep me current with all that goes on in the world of pop culture. They are stretching my heart. Each week one of them touches me in an unexpected way and I find myself in prayer over them all each week.

I love when God surprises me with delight. That's what these kids are, a delight that blesses me each week.