Inspired Blog

Every time I see this picture, it reminds me of the comfort of our Father. "I'm scared!" she exclaimed. "Just trust me," I replied in soft, hushed tones. In an instant, she calmed down and moments later, was giggling with delight. I paddled along the shallow creek, and she enjoyed the best day ever -buried in the sandy shore by the foster teens, relishing a much-needed carefree experience. She was my four-year-old foster child and was legally blind. I often reflect on that d

As I stood in deep reflection, I relished the serenity of this peaceful getaway. For years, I had been a foster parent during my "single" season, managing the business entrusted to me by God while caring for other people's children. I aimed to provide them with stability and peace, often at the expense of my own. Through this experience, I discovered that getaways, whether solo or with a fellow foster mom, were not just luxuries but necessities. On this autumn day, I was env

The First Call Tears streamed down Christine’s face as she drove. Her sorrow seemed as endless as the road in front of her; going on for miles with no end in sight. Her foster daughter was heavy on her heart, as she was most days. But sometimes it became unbearable. It was thoughts of the unspeakable abuse this child had suffered most of her childhood, and the weight of the guilt Christine felt from saying “no” to the first call to foster her that overwhelmed her with gri

Vickie smiled as her back door opened and the 6’3”, 308 lb frame darkened her door. Brandon had just come home from college. He didn’t live there, but the Bursworths were a tight-knit family. He had been only six years old when she married his big brother, Marty. She greeted him and asked him if he was hungry. He usually was. They chatted about how college was going. “You’re getting so handsome!” she remarked and watched with amusement as he started to turn pink. For such