Well, I am getting started later than expected, but that's how these things usually go. I want to share what's been going on so far. Rob and I completed classes two weeks ago. It only took us a couple of months to complete training, since our recruiter and the fellow future foster parents that were doing training with us were excited and ready to get through the classes quickly. We started at the beginning of May and went to class on Mondays and Tuesdays from 5-7. Most of our classes covered a variety of topics. Much of it was information I had already heard before in undergrad, during our child development psyc class, but was a good review. We had a lot of fun and laughs, and I kept thinking about how some of my students were dealing with the same problems that most of the foster children are going through. The funniest class was CPR and First Aid. Can I just say that those dummy babies freak me out? I hope I never ever have to give baby CPR because it just weirds me out, something I can't explain. Rob was so gracious to take video of me just staring and the baby dummy panicking. Okay, what do I do now? What do I do now? I appreciate that our agency prepares us with these classes, but I know that just jumping right in when we actually have a child here will be when the real lessons begin. I know that I can do this. There is such a peace to following the will of God. I can do this, because I have something supernatural, something that goes beyond the earthly realm of "freaking out about what to do". I have the strength, courage, power, wisdom and grace that comes through the holy spirit. It is not by any coincidence that as soon as foster parenting classes were over, I jumped into a women's Bible study about this gift, the gift of the Holy Spirit, left behind when Jesus Christ left Earth. Amazing. Just amazing that we are not all out here on our own.
If you are instantly turned off now from reading this blog thinking, what a religious fanatic, then okay, fine, I can understand, but I'm not going to back down or water down what's really the most important thing in my life, and I am not going to leave out the name of Jesus because it might offend someone. Because, I am writing about this journey I am on, specifically foster parenting, and it's not for me, it's for Him, so why leave that out? Alright folks, if you are still with me, here we go.
