PS-MAPP 1 & 2

Yesterday, I started my foster care training classes.

And in all honesty, I was a bit overwhelmed.

There is so much paperwork. So, so much paperwork. Like a 3-inch stack of paperwork.

And I get it---the state needs to make sure they aren't sending these children from their own unsafe homes to someone else's unsafe home. It makes sense to me why they need to know so many details about my life.

But that doesn't make the task any less daunting.

I have classes every Saturday for six hours for the next 5 weeks. Thirty hours of training. And when I originally signed up for this, it kind of fell into my lap. I wasn't sure if I should start foster care training yet and I kept praying about it and instead of God sending me confirmation during those prayers, He sent it to me by working everything out for my children these next five weeks and finding out that the classes are held at my own church building.

It fell into place more smoothly than I ever could've imagined it.

And because of that, I know this is what I am supposed to be doing at this time. I know I was supposed to be in that class yesterday, learning about the ups and downs of the foster care system.

I got to meet people in my same situation and people in completely different situations and the beauty was that we were all there for the same thing---to help other children.

The reality of this is starting to sink in for myself and my kids. Every day, they ask if I'm done with my classes and when we are going to start fostering a baby. I know we have months more to go but I also know how fast those months can fly by.