One thing Foster Care keeps doing is opening my eyes to a world of brokenness and pain that I think MOST people live their lives totally unaware of. Whether consciously or not, I think we live in a bubble that is “aware” of the issues, but if it is not part of your reality, you don’t really KNOW about them. (I felt the same after Kiddo #1 died of SIDS, my naive world forever changed. Bad things do not just happen to “them”. They can happen to you. I don’t think it is possible to go back into that bubble. )
I keep praying God gives me His eyes and heart in all this (be careful what you pray for – He may just say yes). When He answers that prayer my eyes are opened to it all and my heart breaks for the circumstances people are in and the choices they make.
I feel so powerless to help make a difference in their lives…. Surely there is something I can do…
But then I look into the eyes of the little boy in our care and realize that what we do for him IS making a difference. It is hopefully freeing him from that life and those choices.
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; A broken and a contrite heart, O God, You will not despise.
The LORD is near to the brokenhearted And saves those who are crushed in spirit.