There are some things I hesitate to share, especially before they happen. I feel like a politician espousing tax cuts, or Charlie Sheen vowing a future in television (Have the Charlie Sheen jokes run out yet?).
This story could have a Justin Bieber meteoric rise, or it may end up going all Taylor Hicks on us. As my daughter says, risk means it may not work out. She’s wise for her age.
Today at 4:15, my wife and I are picking up a 3 year old boy.
No, we’re not adopting. We’re not even fostering. We’ve connected with an imaginative organization called Safe Families that seeks to fill the gap between families in crisis and the need for government intervention. Today it moves from theory and paperwork, to flesh and blood reality.
(And we’re a little scary-nervous about it, like the bubbly stomach you get on the ascent up the first hill of a roller coaster).
This little guy (who’s name or picture I can’t share) is newly homeless. Without help, he, his mom, and his siblings would be sleeping outside on the streets tonight. Safe Families became a voluntary option for this single mother, temporarily placing her children in secure homes for a few weeks while they work with her to stabilize the crisis.
Together, we become the extended family and relational network she doesn’t have.
For the last two years, my wife and I have been wrestling with our God-given responsibility to care for the fatherless. This creative organization really spoke to us. There are plenty of things we don’t have to offer, but we swim in oceans of a cherished and unearned gift: layers of love, family, and community that have become our safety net in times of crisis. We can’t hoard that for ourselves.
So consider this post the before photo. I don’t know how this turns out. I honestly don’t know if we have what it takes to cut it here. But I’ll try to find the courage to share the journey with you. The times we rise to the challenge, and the times we cower in fear.
Maybe this speaks to some of you. Feel free to check out Safe Families for yourself (maybe you have already). Let us be the guinea pig. The process couldn’t be simpler, but as I’ve learned over the years, simple doesn’t always mean easy.
More to come.