Dreams Coming True

Have you ever had a dream so big, it’s so much bigger than you?

When I was in first grade, we were asked to write about what we wanted to be when we grew up. I wanted to be a mom. So I wrote a long tale about me being a mom to two kids, the first a boy and the second a girl. I was going to marry this cute little kid in my class and I was going to be a mom!

My dream leaped into a reality when at age 15, I found out I was pregnant. The option of adoption or abortion never even crossed my mind. I was young, scared to death, but I wanted to be a mom. And my little boy was born three months after I turned 16.

Two years later, I had my baby girl. I felt so full. Full of love. Full of hope. Full of mercy and grace. The three of us have lived in our happy little world for over 20 years now. We love big! And I do proudly proclaim I have the two best humans on this planet. And they have brought two more wonderful humans and the best little human into our fold. The dream came true. My life is complete. Or so I thought…

I didn’t realize it when I was writing it, but my son and daughter were not the only children I’ve written into my life. There is another.

Somewhere out there is a 14-year-old girl that needs a home. I’ve seen her. I’ve written her story, or at least the story I’ve dreamed for her. She’s coming to me broken. But we’re gonna make it a home and she’s going to find a family in this. God has reassured me multiple times these past weeks that this is the fulfillment of my dream.

The first and best was the church service that not only began but ended with talk of the children who need a home. That night me and God had a loooong conversation. Then, after the decision was made, before I said a word to them about what I was going to do, a new woman in my life group talked about fostering. (She gave me her number.) Then at last night’s church service, the first thing out of the pastor’s mouth after hello was about foster families.

So… the paperwork is complete. I’m going to be a foster mom! And possibly even foster to adopt. And my heart is so full! I cannot stop smiling and crying. I’m so thankful. Thankful that God’s ways are higher than mine. That he holds a destiny for me that I never imagined would come true. My kids did though… They both have said they knew I would do this someday…

This is my purpose. I’m a mom. I love being a mom. And just because my kids are grown and both almost married… it doesn’t mean my purpose ends. Because she’s out there waiting for me…

And I’m here, waiting for her, too.