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I’ve been writing, writing a very important book.

It’s about how I took the foster/parent training and made it work.

If you are a foster/adoptive parent then you know what I am saying.

The things that matter.  Bonds, families, siblings, discipline and love.

I did drink a lot of coffee, but I love what this book says.

You see, if you are not a foster parent, but have thought about it, you need to read this.

I will explain why, right now.

Years ago, some nearly twenty years, I made a decision that changed my life.  I became a foster parent.  I didn’t dream this, I didn’t crave this, it was not my biggest desire, but, I knew I was called to do this.

At my heart, my greatest desire is to write.  Music, books,  poems, anything that matters and can make a difference.  Foster parents make a difference.

The problem has escalated way beyond twenty years ago.

Drug abuse is at an all time high.  So is terrorism.

These two things alone put children in a place without parents.

So, in comes the foster parent.

Or so you would hope.

But there are not enough foster parents to go around.

Children are in group homes, a pretty name for an orphanage.

Here in the United States and other western countries.

Ok, I know not all of you reading this are called to be foster parents.

But, can you be aware?  Can you step up to help another foster parent?

There’s a lot of talk right now about “being a village.”

But no talk of the countless numbers of foster children in our country.

We need to be their village.

The kids need us.

They are alone, they have lost everything, and no, they are not animals that have been abused, but human beings.  Little people.

Children.

Lost in a world that doesn’t care.

I need some volunteers to give me some feed back on my book.  I would love some of you to email me and let me know if you would read it.

By the way?

I wish I had known all of this with my biological children.

Parenting one-on-one.

Email me and get a copy, let me know what you think?

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When You Think You Can’t Handle Anymore

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So you get this child.

A twin…… so two children.

You know they are at risk……birth mom is an addict.

Oh, and then birth mom is epileptic.

Then another set of twins, same birth mom.

Different issues, but same, almost, DNA

All four diagnosed CP (Cerebral Palsy.)

All four in intensive therapies five days a week.

Two have “seizures” which look entirely different.

Nothing shows up.  Two go on without any “evidence”.

But, that’s not the truth.  The silent brain disease is there.

But there are “ticks” or so I am told.

No-one is thinking epilepsy.  No one.

So the years go by and all is ok, or so you think.  A few hiccups.

BUT, THEY, the medical profession, SAY IT’S OK

Fast forward, to teenage years.

One, goes down, two go down, and a third? Out of four.

Epilepsy.

So what now?

Tests, EEG’s, MRI’s, worry, panic?  No.  I will not do that.

You see, these younger four children, two sets of twins, who came from the same birth Mom, (Mum Aussie), are amazing, have conquered so much and blew all diagnosis’ out of the park.

Well on a trip recently to one of our favorite places to visit, a third had a grand mal seizure, while asleep, in the back of our vehicle, which is an airport shuttle.

One, I haven’t had any of them have a seizure while asleep, and two she wasn’t on the list to be epileptic, and three, where and what is causing this?

All of my years of handling seizures went out of the window.  I thought something else, something much more serious.  A cat scan ruled that out, and an EEG confirmed multi epilepsy.

Well, I could be freaked out, but I am glad I know my enemy.  I am thanking God it was not a tumor or something worse.  It is a different form from her twin, and different from her younger sister, but the same genetics.

The fourth?  Yup.  He has an EEG scheduled because he has developed intermittent “tics” which look like his younger sister who has multi focal epilepsy, that means in all parts of her brain, but does not have what we think is a seizure until all those parts fire off at the same time.

I will be relieved, pleased, estactic in fact, if it is only indeed a “tick.”  But, my gut says get it checked out.  I am not up for anymore surprises.  No more seizures in the back of our “bus” and no more traumas to child and family.

So, do I regret buying into this by fostering and adopting these four amazing children?  Never.  Not a moment.  Not a second.  Not a diagnosis, not a reality, not a fearful moment, nothing, no nothing, separates me from my children.

You see, while I did not know I could handle this, God did.  He knew he could trust me to put them first, even if I didn’t.  I’ve never trusted myself, but somehow, God did.  And, I am so glad He did.

If you have ever thought about this journey, as a foster/adoptive parent, you probably will not have the same issues, complicated, and needing issues that we did, because God will call you, and give you the children that are meant for you.

There are few that are called to the mission field, and even fewer that are called to do the mission.  This is a mission field, one that God asked us to in James 1.27.  You, and everyone are called to that mission field, but are you called to do, “DO” the mission.

Only you know.

If this has touched your heart, is calling on your heart and soul, please sign up on my email and contact me. I would love to help you on your journey to find which child, or children, belong in YOUR home.

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Are We All Islands?

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Just like you I’ve lived the events of the last week.

Shocking!

Terrifying!

From all sides of this, black, yellow, brown, white, the rainbow OK?

I would like to ask the controversial question, are we a whole or are we islands?

You see, I understand Islands.  I lived in one for forty years.  Australia.

An island that looks really small on the map, but is the same size as mainland USA.

What I learned from living on an Island.

You pay a heck of a lot more for everything.  It has to be imported from a long way a way.

You open your borders somewhat foolishly because you cannot populate your country with the amount of people you have.

Then, you look around and suddenly your island is populated with people you are outnumbered by.

So you start to change the rules you began with.

It can go on and on, but we cannot be just an Islands (of people) anywhere.

As a foster/adoptive parent I know that being an “island” doesn’t work.  It doesn’t benefit anyone.  The parent or the child.

I think it works the same with what is happening in our world.

We are all frightened by something, and then become an island.

Islands are not protected terrible well.  I have had children come into my care that have become their own “Island.”   They are angry, aggressive, confused, and do not want to listen to what is common sense.  They take a while to understand that while they were abused by some terrible people, those people were few, compared to many that wanted to love them, nuture them and become their families.

As an experienced foster/adoptive mum, I have knowledge of, been part of, and helped so many children who really thought that everyone in their existence was against them.  They acted out, sometimes dangerously, emotionally, and extremely stubbornly to just be heard.

I wonder if there were more trained, knowledgeable parents to foster some of our children, would so many end up in prisons, in a life of drugs, confused, and angry at society.

Did you know that as high as 98% of children who stay in foster care until released at the ripe old age of 18, end up in trouble?

Why do we want to be an island?  Does it feel safer?  Do we fear judgment from others that look different?  I don’t have the answers, but there has to be one, because the Island Of Race, or The Island Of Self,  Or the Island of country is not working.

I watched, briefly, because I really think some talk shows are just talking about themselves, a show that was making a big deal, like a first world problem, into like a major, we have to fix it now, issue.

Over food preferences in college?

What is that?

Maybe they should think past their own interests and understand how many children in this country do without food, let alone food of their “preference.”

If you are not aware, then I will put this in perspective.  Around the corner, yes, just down the road from you, like now, are kids without food.  School is out you see.  Their one meal a day is gone.  Free Lunch.

So, while we are getting on our soap boxes about this and that, and complaining about our freedoms, our children, most of them minority race, but of all colors, races, American kids folks, are going hungry, while we spend our time and money on personal interests.

We are mostly a privileged society, we have freedoms of speech etc, and use it often, like now when there is turmoil and strife.  But we are adults and have a right to that, our children don’t.  They are silenced, they are lost, lost in a world that has too much else to do.

In these times when we are focused on all sorts of terrible things, which are not right, which shouldn’t happen, can we also understand that the more we focus there, the less we focus on our children who are being left behind, being abused, not educated, left alone with not many people who are either interested or are ignorant of the growing numbers of these “lost” children in our country.

Stand up, not only for what you think are your personal issues, but STAND UP for our kids who have no-one to care for them.  The “lost” ones.  Lost in our systems, lost in our “project societies” lost in poverty in our suburbs, lost in hunger in other parts of the world, lost in orphanages, lost in a motel room surrounded by a sea of dirty diapers.  That’s where my first set of twins came from.  It’s real folks, let’s wake up.

Let’s stand up and cross the seas, eliminate the islands, become one, and whole.

I am not making this up, wish I was, but kids are going hungry that live down the road from you, while you are ordering “To Go.” Click on “to go” to hear the song I wrote that is relevant.

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DON’T KEEP YOUR HEAD IN THE CLOUDS FOLKS!

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How Often Do You Dream?

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I have been told from a very young age that my head is in the clouds.

I dream too much.

I want too much.

I expect too much.

I AM TOO MUCH!!!!!

I will tell you that yup I do all of that.  I dream, I want, I expect, and I don’t doubt any of it is coming to me, because, why?

WHY?

For most people, including some of my close family and friends, I am too much, I do dream too much, I do want too much and I do expect too much.  Because, I’ve not only earned it, but I’ve dreamed it and expected it to happen.  And can I tell you it DID!  I believed.

From the beginning of my foster/adoption journey I have never, no NEVER, believed the bad report.  I have always not doubted, but expected it all to be as it should.  A healthy, functioning child.  Even when I was looking at a child that should, had, and indeed could live this bad report.  I_just_never_believed_in_the_bad_report.

Some say I was just lucky.  My bad prognosis kids all turned out to be functioning.  Luck is not an option.  Belief and prayer is.  Not giving up is.  Giving up my wants was a big part.  Paying attention, giving my time, being dedicated to their outcome?  Yup that was part of it.  Prayer?  Yup about ninety percent.  Luck, about zero percent.  Belief, oh yeah, like two hundred percent.  If you cannot believe, how can you do any of the other stuff?

Ok, now lets put this into some of your real lives.  Do you believe in what you are called to do?  Do you believe that your dreams really do come true?  Do you believe that you are the one person who can make all of this happen?  If you do, and it doesn’t then come back to your mind and your thoughts, then somewhere there in your mind is a dis-connect.  Between the belief and the non-belief

I am here to tell you if you dwell in the dis-belief, or non-belief that is what you are going to get.  When you stay down in the negative stuff which is really relevant to fostering, then you will attract that stuff.  It will consume you.  You will stop thinking about your child, and being an advocate for that needing little one, and go on a merry go round of fighting, and negativity.  Don’t DO this.  There is a better way.

Focus.  Keep your head in the clouds!!  The clouds are a representation of Heaven in our minds.  When we look up and see them we think of Heaven.  So, keep your head there.  Don’t let thoughts rule you.  Dream big dreams for your kids, both foster, adopted and biological.  Never give up, fight back, and most of all?

DREAM!!

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