It wasn't the way I thought it would be. I was going to Romania with a group of American business women to help train marginalized women who had started a small business. With all sorts of good intentions, I had prayed this might help change the trajectory of poorer families there.
But then, life took a detour.
Has it been 13 years? Yes! That's when it all began.We swept into our daughter Savannah’s condo and scooped her up with her two children: Jeb, 2 and little Wendy, 5 months old. My husband took our daughter to the first of many rehabs while I took the kids to our home, and we began the roles of parents again. This time, it came with a big twist - brain damage, failure to thrive, fetal alcohol syndrome, behavioral issues and plenty of need for OT and psychological therapy along the way.
"You made a terrible mistake, God!" I said. “I have three sisters-in-law who are part of the teaching profession and one who works extensively with babies at risk. They know so much more than I do. I'm not good with babies! I love teenagers (yes, I know, that's a bit odd) - so why did you do this? I haven't a clue where to begin!" And from deep in my soul - I can hear it like it was yesterday's whisper..."Exactly...my grace is sufficient for you for my strength is made perfect in (your) weakness.” I was silenced to my core, and so the journey began.
Thankfully, we live in a wonderful medical world, and God in His mercy, walked us straight into the path of outstanding specialists. It was as if every detail was being mapped out for us. “Call to me," were the words of Christ, "and I will answer you and show you great and hidden things that you do not know.” That was to become a compelling truth throughout this journey.
God brought us a “village” of the most amazing people who have collaborated with us over these many years, starting with a nanny, Anne, who became to our disabled son much like Annie Sullivan was to Helen Keller. She breathed life and joy into his confused mind and nurtured our little Wendy with all the love and affection of a natural born mother.
On March 12, 2012 we formally adopted Jeb and Wendy. We were in this “call” for the rest of our lives.
After a few years, when life became a bit more stable, I felt the Spirit’s nudge one day to reach out to other families in our church who were either fostering or had adopted. I remembered that Doug and Carol, who had taught a Sunday School class with us, had adopted two kids from Guatemala. We had prayed for them and rejoiced at their entrance into their home, for good. We met for dinner, discussed new ideas, prayed together, and began to think of what this work/ministry might look like.
The very next day, Doug came to tell me that Ali, from our church’s Wilmington campus, had just the day before hosted a MAPS (Medical Academy of Pediatric Special Needs) training course with DCF. She was impassioned about foster care. Talk about timing! We all gathered together asking for God’s leading and help, and Home for Good was born.
Ali came up with the name Home for Good, which completely resonated with our hearts around what family looks like for all of us on this journey. We are families who come together to establish lasting homes for good and homes where good abides. How? Because the very Savior we believe in, who was himself adopted, promises us our own eternal home for good.