Before my first birthday my parents, pastors of a small North Caroline church, stumbled into the world of being foster parents. I say "stumbled" because they didn't set out to become a foster family but there was a large family in the community that desperately needed an intervention. The parents had already made their choices. The children were reaping the consequences.
Three of the children (a 13-year-old girl and her two young brothers ages 2 and 4) moved in with us. It was only supposed to be for a few weeks until the state could find a more permanent home. Turns out, that home was us. They lived with us for three years. Their biological mother refused to release them for adoption and we were headed to Africa. That would have taken crossing state lines to the extreme. But they did remain together as another family in the church took them in.
Every single abandonment issue I have stems from the moment we told them good bye. I was three and a half years old. No amount of reasoning would make a difference. My brothers and sister were gone. I can only imagine what it was like from their point of view. I was the one staying with our parents, they were the ones being left behind.
I encourage everyone to go to Sevenly's website. Look at the what they're doing, get on their newsletter. If this week's cause doesn't strike that chord in you to help out, then maybe one down the road will. They're good people and they put their money where they say they do.
1 comment:
How happy that you get to see them again! :)
I am going to check out the Sevenly website.
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