I’ve been a foster parent for about 10 seconds. But as a single woman turned first-time, full-time caregiver, it feels like an eternity. For years, I have chosen to go to what I know to keep myself safe.
But being directly responsible for another human being doesn’t feel very safe; especially one I just met and hardly know. For most of my life, I’ve been free to go where I want, when I want. So 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 fight 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 to serve.
This message is an excerpt of “A different kind of free” by Amy White in the April 2017 issue of Gather magazine.
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