I have a lot of pet peeves about people, but some move to the top faster than others. One thing that makes me bonkers is that sort of fake interest people have when making small talk.
Let's face it, kids, my everyday life isn't all that average. I think it is, but that's because I live in it. Everyday. Well, and I don't like labels, so I try not to think of myself in terms of long label lists.
All you do though is meet someone and it's all over. I almost start rolling my eyes the minute the person starts talking. The first question is always, tell me about your kids--you know, because they're different colors. No, no one has ever said it out loud, but you can just see them thinking it. Then there is The Little Mr. He talks a mile a minute and always about something way beyond what he "should know" for his age. Who made up this stupid rule anyway? So the kid is smart, get over it, or don't ask him a question that will make yourself look dumb.
It always comes out that we are foster and home school parents. That's when it happens. The small talk questions. They're deep questions, real questions, but no one ever wants the answers. They really just want the opportunity to say, "I could never do that." or to make it out like what you do is something amazing.
What I do is not amazing. It's tough, exhausting and sometimes down right dirty. (The vomit virus hit our house this weekend. Not pretty.)
So today, I thought I'd answer one of my most hated questions.
Why or how do you do foster care?
It's simple really. I'm a Christian. God said love me above all else, then love your neighbor.
I choose to obey God.
To love God, I obey. To show God my love for Him, I love my neighbor.
To love my neighbor means to serve others in an unconditional way.
So, when I take in a foster child I am showing that child God's love through my love and service and that love and service is my obedience and love for God.
See. Simple.
Easy? Nope.
Worth it? You bet.
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