I found this on another blog about foster care. For some reason it calms my spirit about the fear and sadness that will come with our journey.
Her empty arms,
Her sadness and grief,
Allow for my unspoken joy.
Her poor choice,
Gives a chance for my love to overflow.
In an instant, it can all reverse,
Like an hourglass turned upside-down.
My arms empty,
Her arms filled.
My grief surfaces,
Her redemption complete.
My choice to love,
Has given her a chance to heal.
In an instant, the tide can turn,
But the choice is made... I will love.