Today was our first foster/adoption class. We met at our church in our little town, so there was no need for extra commuting to the next biggest town. (Like I thought we would have to originally). My pastor and her husband joined us along with one other couple. Our social worker is very personable and casual, which is nice. She gave us a lot of information, including a lot of (what I think were) horror stories. I could feel my fight or flight instinct kicking in, but I told myself that all the examples she gave were teenagers. I also reassured myself that the right child will come to us at the right time, and that God will not give us more than we can handle.
She told us that it will take about three months to become certified and ready to accept children in our home. She made it sound like that was a long time, but after more than two years of waiting for another child, three months is nothing. Not to mention the fact that we'll probably need that much time to have everything ready.
The picture above is of all of the paperwork we were given to fill out today. We don't have to have it all ready by next week, but it will have to be done soon. After all, we only have six more classes. Our social worker will meet with us in our home three times in addition to the classes.
I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed at this moment and maybe somewhat disillusioned, but I'll push through. I know all of this will be worth it in the end.



