poem from a friend

Just four weeks ago, Matt and I received our first phone call for our first foster care placement! This morning, my poet-friend Allyson, sent this via email. Thanks Al, for your thoughtfulness and encouragement, and most of all your support and help these past weeks. I think YOU should be a foster parent!

four mondays ago, your telephone rang and with that one call an adventure began in that brief moment your calm family day turned into a frenzied chaotic melee with nervous excitement you got your new kids and went to the store for clothes, wipes and bibs you were off with a bang when that telephone rang two fortnights ago, could you have guessed that this decision could make you so stressed? the changing and feeding and long sleepless nights were certainly taxing your patience and might yet through many trials there has also been joy as you've lovingly cared for this girl and this boy you have been blessed more than you could have guessed one month ago was the start of this story of faith put to action to bring your Lord glory the challenge of wearing this uncomfortable shoe is nothing compared to what He's done for you His grace sustains you each night and each day He is growing and teaching you as you obey see His allegory in your family's story?