Redemption is messy. Being a part of the redemptive story hurts.
We knew this going into foster care. Even so, somehow, we convinced ourselves there would be times where we would be able to compartmentalize the brokenness, pain, and heartache. Yet, being an effective foster parent, does not allow for one to compartmentalize, it means we willingly take on the pain, heartache and brokenness. Trying our best to carry the burdens of the children in our home. To be their protectors, caregivers, keepers, and defenders. Much like Christ has done for each of us.
It doesn’t get easier. No, in fact, it only get’s harder as we go deeper with the children and hear more about their story. It only hurts worse as we see their biological parent fail them week in and week out. Even if the children just blow it off as, “dad must of just been tricking us”, when they don’t get the much anticipated present they were promised last visit. We get mad at dad, but then we remember, he is broken and lost. We are too. He needs redemption. We do too. We remember, redemption is messy.
Yet, it is worth it. Because we know redemption is in the works. We know the story being written is greater and more unimaginable than we could ever imagine.
Redemption is messy. But, the new story being written is beautiful. We do not know what the next chapter holds, but we know we are ready: pain, heartache and all.
After all, this journey is not about us, but about them and Him, and redemption.