A Letter from a Foster Mom: To My Sweet Baby J

  • November 6, 2012
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Yesterday was a beautiful day celebrating God’s heart for the orphan and His Church.  Orphan Sunday.  All across the WORLD, believers united on One Day, with One Voice, for One Purpose…to defend the cause of the fatherless (Is. 1:17).   Altar84 had the honor of hosting a local Orphan Sunday event where we were able to worship, watch, and witness the glory of  “pure and undefiled religion” (James 1:27) being carried out through the family, the community, and around the globe. 

In Christian Alliance For Orphans newly released film, “Zambia’s Gift to the World”, a Christian widow named Margaret brings Agness, an orphan, into her home…to teach her, to care for her, to LOVE her.  Margaret shares, “The Cross is never crowded…if Christ is the center of my home, it is never crowded.  It’s not been a burden, it’s been a joy.  It’s been a JOY.”

“Love is not taught.  Love is an expression.  God loved…and He gave.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

May you be challenged, inspired, and transformed with LOVE as you read this beautiful blog post by our friend, Catie. Catie’s family exemplifies a home where Christ is at the Center.  Last night, we had the sweet privilege of hearing Catie share her heart for the least of these through her moving testimony…and there weren’t too many dry eyes.  She is one amazing mom to 3 biological children and a foster mom to over 13 forever changed souls. 

To my Sweet Baby J…

You’re one.

You’ll never know the way you looked at us when they dropped off all five and a half pounds of you, a year ago. You may never be told we were your third home in a week.

You may never know the first one who held you, the one whose body gave you life, who chose hard, when everyone else told her no.

You may never know the one who has held you through this year. They told us three days, maybe a couple of weeks, but a month at most. And here we are a year later.  Papa Jamie said I was crazy.

Now, you own his heart.  You’ll never know the way you curl your fist around my fingers to rise, or the shrill you give when I come in the room.

You may never know the first one you called Mama, and you won’t remember the feeling of my tears that fell when I knew you meant it.
You won’t remember the stampede that comes when you scream, Baba, as a herd of brothers fight to be the one you are crying for.
You won’t remember your sisters who have fed you, rocked you and cuddled with you on the floor.

They tell me you will always remember you were safe this first year. They tell me you will remember how to attach.
I know there is One who promises that His words will never be forgotten. . .

So, you have heard that Jesus loves you one million times in the last 365 days. I whisper His name from the moment I lift you from the crib, to the second I lay you down at night. Because I know His name cannot be forgotten.
So, you have cradled my face with your little hand as I’ve sang “Come thou fount of every blessing,” to you in the dark of each night. Because I know His song cannot be forgotten.
So, He has grafted you into this Mother’s heart, because He will not let me forget. And, if after a few short weeks I never have the grace of holding you, my son, again, He will not let a day pass that your name is not uttered from my lips, intertwined with hope of your Creator. If my only role from this day forward is to only lift you before His throne, then that is a high calling I cannot forget.

For, you were never mine, just as your Babas are not mine. You, they, we, were made for a high calling. And, if this year was only so that your soul could have whispers of all eternity written on your heart, then I am humbled to have been your mother in that purpose.

My son, you have my heart, and every prayer I could utter through my hope-filled grief cries to the Father not that you would be safe and protected, but that you would know always that you were made for more. You were made for Jesus.

I love you more than you will ever remember or know.
Be still my soul.

All for Jesus,
Momma Catie

Since this post was written, Catie and her family have grieved in their goodbyes to Baby J whom they loved and adored as their own.  However, because of the Cross, they have also rejoiced at the honor of loving him at all.  Now, only a few days later, they have yet another little foster love in their home.  Oh, foster parenting is indeed a HIGH calling!  

{You can follow Catie’s journey here http://thishighcalling.blogspot.com/}

 “See also that you excel in this grace of giving.” (2 Cor. 8:1-7)

Jodie

{To watch the unforgettable film, Zambia’s Gift to the World, visit http://orphansunday.org/zambia-2012/  It courageously champions the Body of Christ, the Church, on behalf of the orphan and widow.}