finding your dream...

there was a great sermon Sunday about God's dream and the excitement that fuels that dream and His promise to see you through that dream and eventually into reality

i watched that happen with Joey and his career in law enforcement
and now...for us together foster parenting dreams...

the classes.  the whole fostering journey.  the impact.  the love. the tears. the desire.

OH THE DESIRE of my heart to see these dreams grow into fruition
to see those dreams living in our house
to see those dreams touched by God

my heart was touched so much on so many different levels while taking the 12 weeks of foster parenting prep classes.....my heart has been touched so deeply by all of this from the very first day in that nursery watching that sweet child sleep in my arms.

also the ladies instructing the course inspired me.
i listened to them talk of treachery and heartbreak
of devastation and loss
i watched one of them days after she "lost" her own foster child of 18 months move half a country away...

and i felt something.
i felt a desire in my heart....
yearning to do more.

more.

so....

today at the ripe old age of  mumblemuble i found myself sitting in an undergraduate classroom for the first time since mumblemumble in a 200 level human services course, "individual and family counseling" to start possibly persuing an additional major on my transcript to one day go work with foster children/parents/families the way these women i so deeply sat and admired teaching our class do

the difference they make/made
in little lives.
in big lives.
in my life.

so as we still sit eagerly (and not nearly patiently anymore) awaiting the news of our foster license...
i now have something to keep my mind off of it...

homework ; )

as i walked down the hall to the class, heart pounding, scared to death, feeling very old, i kept saying over and over in my mind and on my lips...

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me"
after the first class sitting back in the safety and "comfortable-well-known" 9 year chair at my desk, a peace washed over me reading the syllabus (so strange using that word again).
a peace and excited anticipation, that reminded me of the sermon Sunday.

now I just pray that if this indeed is God's will for my life, He will see me through it.
if not, the course should definitely come in handy while being a foster parent, so either way it's a win.

and doing something with a purpose...to forward the Kingdom of God.
and it feels really good.