Heart In My Pocket

As we enter not only National Adoption Month, but the month of our own adoption, I just want to give every one fair warning.....I will probably be posting about it quite a bit this month. (on Facebook) So if I seem annoying, just ignore my posts. :)  On the flip side of this, I want to make sure EVERYONE knows that what I post isn't intended to make anyone feel guilty for not fostering or adopting.  I know not everyone is called to this particular ministry.  God calls us all to serve Him in different ways.  What He's called our family to do isn't exactly what He's called others to do.  Yes, foster care is a particular passion of mine, but I would never want to guilt someone into doing something they aren't called to do.  However, I know that watching a couple of families in our church foster children, then eventually adopt, was VERY key in our decision to foster.  I would LOVE for our journey to be used by God to call other families to begin their own foster care journey.  I pray that God would use our family in that way.  

So with that all being said, I want to share a story that a fellow foster momma shared with me.  It has haunted my thoughts every day since she told me.  I have yet to read through what she shared without tears flowing freely.  This family has several foster children.  These children are a bit older and are beginning to be able to verbalize their emotions and memories as they heal.  Anyway, the other night, my friend was putting her wee one to bed and while tucking him in, said, "I love you with my whole heart."  He replied "Now my heart is fixed"  My friend asked "What happened to your heart?"  He said to her, "Well, when I lived in that other house, um, well, I put my heart in my pocket, but it kept falling out on the floor.  Then at your house, my heart is fixed.  Thank you for fixing it"   

Have you been thinking of doing foster care, but are hesitant?  My question is this.....  Is God calling you to help a child whose heart has been falling out of his pocket?