'God isn't finished with me yet,' She had smiled. I loved that this woman had such a great outlook on her long, difficult life. Her words stuck with me.
So, I remind myself of these words often. Today I did, but it was in the context of feeling gratitude. I had received a call from a social worker who was assigned to Baby 'Ariella's case. You may remember her from my many October posts. Anyway, it turns out that her mother has been found unfit to parent at all (diagnosis of a mental illness) and it seems the father is unwilling to continue caring for Ariella anymore. She called to ask if I would be willing to 'take her.' Take her? Though I didn't like her choice of words, I did like the sentiment behind them: Would I be willing to be Ariella's parent? I'm sure you all know my answer to that.
So, all I know is that I am the court's choice for a permanent home for Ariella. I also know she is currently in emergency foster care again. But that is all. This woman will be calling me back 'in a few days', which we all know is fostercare-speak for 'a week, a month, or never...just be ready!'
I'm cautiously delighted. No other way to put it. I can't not be excited, but I can't exactly go out and buy diapers either. I'm in that weird foster care system limbo-land. But, you know what? I don't mind. Her call made me think of that phrase 'God isn't finished with me yet.' He isn't. He's got work to do in me, and I'm hoping that work involves changing diapers and singing lullabies and looking into two very big brown eyes. But.....sigh...... I'll have to wait and see. It's all in His hands. Keep that sweet baby in the above photo in your prayers.
And, 'night all! (Yeah, right, as if I'm actually going to sleep until I HEAR from her again!)