As a single woman turned first time, full-time caregiver, being a foster parent takes me out of my comfort zone. Being directly responsible for another human being does not feel very safe; especially one I just met and who talks non-stop. I feel exposed and vulnerable and afraid. Because I know my fears are unwarranted, and my comfort zone isn’t doing me any favors. I know it’s just a stumbling block for a deeper experience of God and life and relationship.
For most of my life, I’ve been free to go where I want, when I want. But if I’m honest, I’ve never felt very free. Even when I miss the way it used to be, I’ll keep trying to step into more and more moments with sweaty palms and a knot in my stomach – clumsily fighting for him to know he’s valued and loved. Hopefully, along the way, we’ll both end up with a deeper sense of the kind of freedom God offers – the kind of freedom that invites us to love and serve.
This message is excerpted from “A different kind of free” by Amy White in the April 2017 Gather magazine. Today is the Sixth Sunday of Easter.
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