Decades ago, my husband and I were foster patents to a one-year-old, whom we nicknamed Z-Man.
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Z-Man’s energy was boundless, his coordination was amazing, and his main word was ball—all fitting for the son of a football player. Unfortunately, that football player was an absent father, and Z-Man’s teenage mother needed help. She wisely chose temporary foster care.
When Z-Man’s mother was ready to resume parenting, she was allowed daytime visits, and finally, one overnight visit. Z-Man joyfully ran to greet my husband when his overnight visit ended. Then, Z-man turned and looked at his mother. He turned back with anguish on his face. Z-Man understood he couldn’t have both people.
That Sunday night with us went smoothly, but on Monday night, Z-Man screamed his emotions. He was inconsolable and too young to understand the plans of the adults in control. On Friday, he would have his mother permanently; he would no longer bounce between two homes.
I occasionally think of Z-Man and the reminder that in my darkest moments, God has plans. And they might be completed on Friday.
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For who has known the mind of the Lord. or who has been his counselor? Romans 11:34
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