Isaiah 117 House
I am in a wheelchair living with a disability called spondyloepiphyseal dysplasia, which is a rare genetic disorder that results in body framing abnormalities and dwarfism. I have had it since birth. Over my lifetime, I have slowly lost my mobility. But God gave me a heart for children who are hurting. About five years ago, my four great nieces and nephews entered the foster care system as a result of parental substance abuse. I was not able to physically take care of the small ones but Riley, a nine-year-old, is one I could try to help. So he and I started our adoption journey through kinship care where a child is place with a family member or a relational close friend. I wanted to do whatever I could to try to get him in my home. The Department of Social Services recommended I first become a foster parent. I also tried to advocate for the other children. My adoption of Riley was finalized two years ago! My friends, the Guenthers, adopted Riley’s sister. The two youngest children were placed with other people. Through my experience with foster care, I felt God calling for me to step into helping this very broken system but I didn’t know how. One day I came across...
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