Heartbroken would be an understatement. Devastated doesn’t even begin to describe the current feelings I am experiencing right now. When I received that peppy phone call this morning I could already tell what the caseworker was going to say. The children would be returned today. It took every ounce of my being not to yell at her “ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME.” When they came to pick them up today, I told the supervisor that I can’t in good conscious believe that the littlest one will be OK. So many questions still remain unanswered. But no more than ten minutes after they were out the door the phone rang.
A new sibling set ready for placement. A new set of kids who need to be loved on, cared for, and a place to lay their head to sleep. They will be here tomorrow. Just enough time to clean the house and switch out all of the clothing to new sizes.
So tonight, say a prayer for the little ones that just left. Pray for their safety. Pray that they have a place to lay their head to sleep. Pray that all of their needs will be met. Pray that they will be given the world and so much more. After all, praying is all we can do for them now until tomorrow when new faces arrive and the routine starts all over again.
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