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With regards to fostering and domestic adoption, although we look at each case separately, as a general rule, we don’t mix the two. The reason for this is, the wellbeing of the newborn being adopted has to be our #1 priority. Unfortunately, children in the foster care system are there due to abuse and/or neglect, and they usually have traumatic histories. Because of the trauma they have endured, some of them can have behavioral and aggression issues which could pose a threat to a baby’s wellbeing. I actually worked in the field of abuse and neglect is several different capacities before I came to adoptions, and I have seen first hand the damage that is done to these poor little children before they are removed from their parents/caregivers and put into foster care. For example, if children have been sexually abused, they sometimes become perpetrators of sexual abuse on children younger than them. They also can have anger issues and strike out at anyone, including an infant. It’s difficult to know what issues foster children might bring with them, and how that will effect their behavior towards others. Abandonment issues could cause them to be very jealous of a new baby as well. So that is why we generally don’t mix the two.
So, we're at a crossroads in this process. I had an inkling that this may be the case which is probably why I avoided emailing her at the start of our classes. I always go back and forth between do I want to give up the domestic adoption path or don't I? I never imagined that raising funds would have been this slow and impossible...I never imagined that I would be so passionate about fostering. So we pray...and ask...and think...and talk...about what to do next.
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Silence by Bradley Hathaway
What’s happening here?
I was once so alive and now I’m so full of dread and almost dead
Show me Your wounded head that is lead to communion with the Father
But where did He go?
His presence seems farther and farther away each day
but I’m trying so hard to steer His way
Yet still lonely and confused on this cold hard ground I lay
Speak to me wise mouth and say “it’s all good kid, it’s nothing that you did, and though it feels like I’m not here with you right now just be still and silent and listen for that sound..
Did you hear it?
Did you hear it?
That silent voice that just spoke nothing, that is Me, I’m listening to your plea with open ears
Counting all your tears flowing from your irritated eyes
Searching the skies looking for that hope that beyond there lies.
Oh you young worrisome sparrow, find rest
Lay your battered head upon My omnipresent breast and make it your nest
No strong cold wind could ever blow and carry you from this your home
Look around, see the life shooting up from the ground
Spring colors springing fourth and celebration of your trusting
It’s a constant process this is
Growing you into the person you are to become
But when you sense the setting of the sun know it is only rising and has just begun
Now go fourth, sing songs of faith, and lift up others in the midst of this race
And if you can’t keep the pace or lose sight of My face
Know that I’m always near so you need not fear
But don’t worry about all that right now
Just sit here and enjoy the peace I offer in My silence
When I am silent I am listening, and not abandoning.