We weren’t certified to foster.

Our home was already full — four teens and young adults, and we were trying to soak in every remaining moment with them under our roof. We were beginning to talk about what empty nesting might look like.

We had helped dear friends with their foster children and were certified for respite care. We had considered fostering ourselves, but when we couldn’t seem to find the time for the required training hours, we assumed:

Maybe this just isn’t our season.

Then the phone call came.

Twin little boys needed a home.

Their foster mom was critically ill and could no longer care for them. They had already experienced too many moves. Would we take them? And would we be willing to adopt them?

I remembered a prayer I had whispered years before — during every pregnancy — asking God for twins. After our youngest was born, I prayed:

“Lord, if there are twins who need a home, I will take care of them — but You have to make it obvious.”

There they were.

On our proverbial doorstep.

So we said yes — with all the unknowns, and with the full blessing of our older children.

Our shared office became a bedroom.
And two little boys became family.

We said yes because it was the answer burning in our hearts.

As followers of Jesus, we want to love the way He loves.

My husband says it took a little time for his heart to catch up to his head. While this journey has not been easy, it has been so, so good.

We stepped in to be a resource for two vulnerable little boys.

However, the goodness we have received in return has been beyond measure.