At 9:00 pm, Matt and I were sitting on the couch watching TV. It had been 6 months since our previous placement ("JuneBug") had left to live with her relatives out of state. Nantie had also moved to Cheyenne and was living with her dreamboat, Elvis (who is STILL her rock star, might I add, and we love him dearly). The house was quiet (well, except for the herd of canines..), errr, let's say not as lively as it had once been. I was getting antsy, ready for SOMETHING to happen and honestly contemplating moving to a different county when recertification came up.
Then the phone rang.
An emergency placement.. a 6 year old boy and his 22 month old sister. We asked the few important questions and agreed without giving it too much thought. Kids in need, we had the room, why not? It's what we were there for and it really wasn't a big deal. Years prior we had put ourselves on the holiday list and figured it was a temporary thing. Thanksgiving was a few days away, families tended to implode (drinking/drug use skyrockets) and available homes were scarce as many foster care providers went on holiday. Basically, intakes spike.
A week, two tops.
At 1:30am the following morning, headlights swooped across the driveway and a car parked out front. It was a bitterly cold, clear night and the stars were twinkling. Snuggled in sound asleep in the backseat the bright moonlight revealed two of the most beautiful sleeping faces I had ever seen.
And so it began...
This journey started with little fanfare and no expectation. Two innocent angels caught up in a horrible mess. It feels like a decade ago and the blink of an eye all at the same time. So much has happened since. Great breakthroughs and huge heartbreaks. I am so grateful they are still here and pray we get this case wrapped up sooner rather than later.
One thing is certain, God has a curious way of going about things...
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