For the past 3 months, I have been doing an internship at Olive Crest in their Foster & Adoption center. I have been monitoring visits between abused and neglected children and their biological parents. Today, it's gotten to me. I've tried not to get attached, to not feel my heart break when I see a parent mistreat a child, to know that my job has a tiny, tiny, tiny impact on the outcome of these children's lives. But today, I've realized that I'm human. After doing one of my regular visits this morning, the thought of how the biological mother treated Sophia* turns my stomach. The way she strolled in 10 minutes late, not even acknowledging Sophia; how the only words she said to Sophia were dripping with contempt and dislike; when she said the visit "wasn't really that fun today" in front of her daughter...all these things (and more) make me cry out to God for protection for Sophia. My heart breaks for this little girl, for her confusion of who her real mommy is, for the way this woman who is supposed to love her, sacrifice for her, take care of her no matter the cost doesn't...it just infuriates me so incredibly much. After realizing this and crying to Aaron and Sophia's foster mom on the phone, my pain comes down to a simple desire: I just want to help children. I want to make life better for them. I want to fight for them, advocate for them, give them a voice and protect them from abusive and negligent parents. God, show me how to do this. Show me where to go, how to start, where to begin, who to talk to. Break my heart for what breaks yours and please never ever EVER allow my heart to be calloused to the pain of Your precious children.
*Name was changed for protection over a sweet little girl.