Oh Man!

I got a call from a family finder.  "Will you take a 1 year old girl and 4 year old boy? " 
YES, YES, YES!
" I think we could do that.  Can you give me some more details?"  Sounding like I get a call for exactly the type of placement I want everyday of the week.  I was told about a couple health issues that were okay with my husband and myself.

So once we hung up the phone.  I got to cleaning and planning for the kids.  I let my Mom know so she could pray and I was praying.  "Lord, if these children should not come here please shut the door, otherwise prepare our family and prepare them."  I prayed this last time we were placed and I plan to pray it every single time.

1 hour later I get a call.  More information came to light and the children are going to be placed somewhere else because they qualify for a therapeutic home.  (We actually used to be therapeutic foster parents several years ago).  So I am grateful to God, because obviously he shut the door, and I am sad, because it feels like someone dangled a carrot and then took it away.  I don't want any children to come here that aren't sent directly by God into our specific care, but I want so much for our children to come here.  In any case I was feeling glad that even if these children were temporary it would keep my mind and heart busy...

Now its just any old day and I cut my walk with the kids short too!  I know I am pouting.  I will stop now.

Thank you Lord for protecting my family from a wrong placement.  Thank you for protecting those children from a wrong placement.  Help me wait.  Love you Jesus.  Sorry I feel like crying right now.  I still trust you though.

Me