I'm waiting. Kind of.

Foster Care has that weird place of waiting. And I most definitely in that place, waiting for our next placement.

In many ways, God has preparing my heart for a new placement, as well as preparing our circumstances. I am learning what it means to be a stay at home mom, we have established SOMEWHAT of a routine, God is teaching me so much to rely on Him, and all of these things are really preparing us for our next placement. 

For those of you wondering, Chick is still with us. She has now been with us for 13 months. We are still unsure of what will happen in her case. *Keep praying.*

 There is still some room in our house and van, and definitely room in our hearts for another child to love.

I so, hesitate to even say that, or to be excited about it. In order for a child to be in foster care means that their home situation is not good. It means that they have endured circumstances that I will have never have experienced.

And yet, it is a reality of our broken and fallen world.

So here we are.

Waiting.

Enjoying every minute of our life.

Loving our time with Chick, and praying that we will be able to adopt her. 

Loving being Caleb's mamma, because he is the coolest kid ever:)

Be blessed today friends!