In my last post the miraculous in the mundane I shared about how last weekend I went for a run and God showed up in some pretty awesome ways. What I didn’t share in that post is that due to God’s revelation I was crying so hard that I had to stop running. The crying was happy crying but as I can barely run when breathing regularly I didn’t attempt to try to run while crying.
Since I only ran halfway I decided to take a longer route walking home. And while I was walking I passed a corner of the sidewalk that had recently been recast. In the new concrete you could see some impressions of footprints. It appears that before the concrete was fully set people began to travel across it. I chuckled to myself as I passed and kept walking.
But I couldn’t get those foot impressions out of my head.
You see, the night before at youth group, we had a few salvations. And every week when we have salvations I am in awe of God’s goodness and frustrated with what seems to be a disconnect between the number of salvations and the number of youth being discipled we have. I desire to see youth not just meet Jesus but choose to come and follow Him as well. And so I have been contemplating and discussing with God if we are missing something, if I am missing something. I want to be obedient to the call that God has given and adjust and submit to what needs to be changed.
As I walked past these concrete impressions this wrestling came to mind with a memory. A memory from 19 year old Kaitlin.
When I was 19 years old and at college my parents were discussing allowing a youth from our youth group live with them for a while. He was 17 soon to be 18 and he needed a covering. As they were discussing the idea they wanted my sisters and I to pray about it as it would affect us as well.
And so one night while at college I was spending time with the Lord and praying about this decision. I still remember where I was at: behind the classrooms, sitting on the concrete sidewalk with my legs dangling off over the alley way. As I was praying for this specific situation I began to pray for others who needed to be loved and fostered. I prayed for those who needed healthy and loving boundaries, who needed to experience the love of the Father from earthly parents. As I prayed in tears God quietly asked me this question, “Do you want this? Do you want to be this person to those who need it? Do you want to foster? If you want to, you can.”
God’s question ignited a passion in my heart and I quickly said yes. But as I began to pray my yes became very specific. I prayed:
- that God would bring me those who were unable to be adopted.
- that God would bring me those who would end up back with their parents.
- for those who may get stuck in the system and never find a forever home.
- that I would love on those kids with His love so that no matter how long they were with me, when they left they would always have that experience of God’s love to call back to mind.
- for kids that needed to know they were loved by God and that they could have relationship with their parents.
And as only God could do, He linked for me that memory, with our discussions with those concrete impressions. You see although I hadn’t realized it, I’m fostering. Many of the youth that we encounter in some way or another need to be fostered. They need to be loved on and cared for, if even just for one night. Just like the concrete impressions I saw on the sidewalk, we to are leaving impressions of God’s love on each of their hearts. In the days to come, whether soon or far away, they will always have that encounter and that decision to come back to.
And so I pray, for the impressions that have already been made, that it would often come to mind.
I pray for new and fresh and unrelenting experiences of God’s love in their lives that draws them back to His impression on their heart.
I pray for the impressions that have yet to begin, may we never shy away from sharing His reckless love with them trusting that it imprints even if we don’t see the evidence.