Last week was a hard week in foster care for us. Our kiddo had to face some hard truth. Everyday I was addressing the symptoms of anger and sadness. It was exhausting and I went into survival mode. I was TAH-YERD. I’m the person who will have the hard conversation and in hindsight find 10 different ways I could have said it better, kinder, less “judgey” and that’s exhausting too. For some of it, my husband was out of town which added to the stress. The Father was so kind to give me an encouraging lyric of a song on several mornings. A comforting reminder that I was not alone and that He is the Healer of hearts.
In between the sighs I would agree with the promise He gave, “I will teach all your children, and they will enjoy great peace.” Amen, ALL my children, biological or foster.
Over the weekend the Father set us up with a teachable moment to experience healing through art. Since day one, art has been the way my kiddo and I have found connection. She shared her color palette with me and we each created something honest. I felt led to model for her what it looked like to use your voice. So when the opportunity came to share with the group what I created, I spoke up. At the end, with much hesitation, she eventually found her voice too and shared what she made and its meaning. I could barely keep myself together, this was such a win and I knew that God had answered my prayer for her to encounter Him.
Scripture shows us that Holy Spirit is our teacher (John 14:26). He’s a good Teacher and I get to be a curious student. Sometimes I get called on to give an answer and other times I get to cheer on someone else who is figuring it out. I’m so grateful I got to be a part of what He was doing in my kiddo. So glad the Father delights in teaching us His ways. So glad He never gets “tah-yerd”.