I was waiting to be called for an appointment this morning, totally unrelated to foster care.
A woman with special needs was waiting as well and talking to the person accompanying her. She talked about her lip gloss and how she needed to give it to her mom. "She's pretty like me." I figured out soon that she thought the receptionist was her mom. Later, when she went to leave, she asked to say goodbye to her mom, and the receptionist responded kindly. The woman said "bless you" to the receptionist, and she replied, "Bless you, too, my dear." As they left, the woman said, "Bye, Mom. I hope you get me back."
My eyes immediately filled with tears.
She made visible the invisible. There are so many people walking around carrying the burden of foster care in their history. My attention is focused on the child in my home, but the big picture is startling, that so many stories like my kids are going on other places, and that those children grow up and carry it with them.
Lord, help us do our part, in the little picture and in the big picture.