The Start

It's the start.

The start of the wait. The start of the forms and court dates and stress.

Or at least that's what everyone is telling us.

We've worked on the first packet of forms for a week or two and now I'm ready to send them off.

It was an incomplete packet of forms, so I know there will be at least a few more. I've been heartily assured that there will be many more.

I've also spent a good amount of time on the phone with the state already. I suddenly see why this could take a year or more to finish.

It could take a year just to get a form sent or faxed, perhaps even longer to get a return phone call.

I figure it's alright. It's ultimately God's time frame. He'll make this all go quick or slow depending on what is required. There isn't much point in my getting mental over any of it.

There are plenty of places for worry to creep into this process, but I can see that they really aren't my worries to keep.

This is one of the points of life where I feel blessed to be able to go with the flow pretty easily. Sure, there are times when I really want to have a plan, a detailed, time-lined plan, but not too often. Most of the time, I really am content to just take the next thing next.

Doing foster care in a big city county has simply been an exercise in this. In the last 2 years I've learned a lot about not knowing what was happening or going to happen and how to be OK with it. I know as much as I can know and then I just wait to see what will happen next. In the mean time, I lay it down before God as I think of it. I figure that He'll make sure I know the things I need to know when I need to know them.