First step to true love

CPS picked us up one night, in the freezing cold. My sister was wearing a diaper and a think blanket. She had a bottle filled with whole milk that was half spoiled and clumpy. To this day she hates milk. I was wearing minimal clothing and hadn't eaten in a long time. It was dark and cold. We were on a street corner being used to make drivers feel sorry for us so that they would give my parents more money. If only they had known we would not benefit from any of it.



CPS took us to foster care. We had wonderful foster parents. Patient, loving, Christian foster parents. They were angels sent from God. I was 4 yrs old and my little baby sister was only 9 mos. old. I was psychologically confused. I was abandoned, abused, neglected, and hurting. I was acting out. I threw terrible tantrums.


One time I was so upset about something, my foster mom couldn't get me to calm down, and when she tried to hold me I kicked her and broke her toe. Patience. When most foster mother's would have given up she pushed through. She knew I needed stability. She was willing to pay the price for that.

My foster mom made all of our clothes. I had so many dresses and matching bows, socks, and shoes for every outfit. I had an outfit for every holiday and special occasion. We were spoiled.




My foster dad would play for hours with us. He would let the little girls crawl all over him and pull on his hair. He would play video games with us. He would play with us outside. He would curl our hair at night. He would take us to school. He would pick us up from school. Things that seem so basic, but things that we needed. Things that most people don't even think twice about, but things our birth parents did think twice about and didn't do.

We had another sister in foster care. Shannon. She was too cute. Her and my sister were about the same age and most of the time they looked like twins.

We had a dog named Red.

Foster care was a safe haven for my sister and I. A place where we experienced what love meant. The first place we felt safe to sleep at night and the first place we had consistent nutrition, clean clothes, and baths. It was a home. Maybe not permanent, but a home. A warm in the winter, cool in the summer home. A home where Christ was the center and it was evident in the love that poured out of my foster parents.


More to come....