When Steve and I were engaged, we shared with some family and friends that we wanted to be foster parents someday. We weren’t even married yet, but the desire to open our home to children in need was already planted in our hearts.
The response we often got was, “Why? Can’t you have kids?”
But for us, it was never about that.
We’ve always seen foster care not as a backup plan, but as a calling—an extension of the Gospel we believe in. The way I see it, every believer is adopted. We are welcomed into the family of God, not because we earned it or were born into it, but because He chose us.
That truth has always moved us deeply.
We’re part of a family we didn’t choose—but He chose us anyway.
So why not model that kind of love for children who need a safe home, even if it’s just for a season?
When we became pregnant with our own kids, foster care became more challenging. Managing our own little ones while helping others navigate trauma and transition felt overwhelming. But the dream didn’t die. It just needed to pause.
It’s still something we carry in our hearts.
We hope to revisit it again someday—when our children are old enough to understand what foster care means, what it looks like to love deeply, and sometimes say goodbye. Because fostering isn’t just something we want to do. It’s something we want to do well—with compassion, wisdom, and a whole lot of grace.
“In love he predestined us for adoption to sonship through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will.” —Ephesians 1:5 (NIV)
God’s love for us wasn’t transactional. It was intentional, sacrificial, and rooted in grace.
If we’ve been loved like that, how could we not at least try to love others the same?
May our homes be reflections of that love—imperfect, maybe, but open and willing.
Because family isn’t always about biology. Sometimes it’s just about showing up with open arms
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