Roller Coaster Ride

For almost three years P. and Baby D. have

been in foster care.

Last month, a judge that had never met them, made

the decision to make their foster care stay four

years. He gave their mother another chance.

Jon and I love the boys' mother. We've prayed for

her, invited her to church, and tried to do all that we can

to welcome her into our family. We both believe that

when we help her, we are helping her boys.

Over the weekend, she messed up. She left

her supportive housing, started using drugs again,

and made the decision that she cannot raise her

boys. She wants them with us.

She feels they will have things with us that they will never have

with her. Older siblings, a father.

I can't imagine what her heart is going through. I know how

much she loves her boys. I know how much they

love her. Today, we went to court.

She was prepared to sign over her rights to them.

The judge asked her to wait until Monday. To make sure this

is what she wants. And so we wait with her.

We pray some more. We wonder about their future, our future, her

future. We pray for the Lord's will above all else.

We wait until Monday.