Welcome to A Place of Safety and Refuge. I’ve thought about creating a blog for almost a year now, since we began our (second round of) M.A.P.P classes in January 2012. I wasn’t sure I had enough to say that would be interesting to a reasonable amount of people (like, more than one), and I honestly didn’t know how much anonymity I would want to shield my family with. So I decided to wait until I knew whether I wanted to go fully intimate for friends and family or completely candid yet without identifying details. I also wanted to wait until something noteworthy happened.
Some noteworthy things have happened.
I am planning to use this blog as a place to vent, a safe arena to share my frustrations and joys in foster parenting, and to allow others to live vicariously through my (anonymous) journey, as I have lived through so many other candid, authentic and keepin’ it real blogs.
I just took a 15 minute pause to find the appropriate S.A.T. prep test word for keepin’ it real.
I could now delve into our family history, how my husband and I came to be foster parents, the facts about our current foster son, blah blah blah. I won’t. I’ll save that for another post. Don’t want to give all the milk away for free on the very first post do I? Don’t think so.
Instead, I will tell you what I tell my 9 year old foster son at least once a day. This is the magic saying. This will calm him down. No matter what (so far). I love this. Are you ready for it?
‘You are safe. You are loved.”
When my husband and I started our (second round) of M.A.P.P. classes in 2012, I began to pray for direction from God. What are we doing this for all over again? What are our motives? Is this what I am supposed to be doing at this time in my life? And as I prayed daily, I began to hear, until I could drown it out no more, “Safety. And refuge. Your home is to be a place of safety and refuge.”
So whilst my little one waits and wonders what is to come of his life, worries about whether he will ever belong in a family he can claim as his, I simply pray that this place, our home, continues to be a place of safety and refuge. And I tell him, “You are safe. You are loved.”