Trying to find the words...

I've been formulating this post in my head since Tuesday night. I think I've rewritten it ten times and each time I get more frustrated.
So rather then not posting at all, I will just write from my heart and let you take from it what you will.

If you've been following my blog for any amount of time you know that I am a huge advocate for foster care and foster care adoptions.
Of course I wish that all parents understood the value of a child and treated their children the way they deserve to be treated, you know food, clothes, love.
But the reality of our World is that parents don't always do what's best for their children. Kids are neglected, abandoned, abused, forsaken, everyday.
And that's when foster care steps in.
In my mind, it's a caseworkers job to advocate for the child. To speak for those without a voice, to protect the most innocent of the victims.

Andrew and I attended our counties Foster Parent Association meeting on Tuesday.
It was basically a meeting to let the foster parents ask any questions or bring up any concerns that they had in a group setting. I'm sure to keep the case workers from having to answer the same questions over and over.
Our main question was why there had been a complete drop off in placement calls in the past few months.
Until last September, we had been receiving at least one call a month. But since then we have not heard a word from DFCS which is surprising considering the economy, especially in our county. I would have assumed an increase in neglect or unfit living conditions resulting in more placements.

I am still, 2 days later, in complete shock about the answer that the case worker gave.

And I quote, "Due to the recent budget cuts the department is facing, we won't be bringing kids into care if they just have a couple bruises. You know what I'm saying?"

Ummm, no Ma'am, I'm pretty sure I do not know what you are saying. Is it not your job to care for the kids? A couple bruises are OK now?
Our county took NO children into care in the past 3 months. I would be rejoicing that parents are finally taking care of their kids if that was the case, but it isn't.
What the hell is wrong with our country when we are spending millions of dollars on road construction while telling a child with two black eyes that there just isn't enough money for us to protect them?!?!
This is a statewide budget cut for foster care.
My heart literally hurts when I consider the number of kids that are being left in harmful, emotional or physical, situations so that we can get tax cuts.
I am not a fan of Welfare or redistribution of wealth. I don't like most of the programs that the government has to help the poor. I'm sure some of them are actually benefiting people who honestly need the help, but I know far too many situations where pure laziness is rewarded.
But even though I do not support many Welfare programs, I fully believe that it is our responsibility to protect children.
For Heaven's sake, they are children.


Andrew used to work for an organization that did trainings for foster parents.
On the way home from the meeting he told me he remembered this happening about 10 years ago. Budget cut backs forced DFCS to limit the number of kids that were brought into care.
That summer, four children who were referred to DFCS for abuse but were not taken into care due to budget cuts were killed by their birth parents.
Only then did the State cry out for reform for the foster care system.

This is Terrell Peterson.
He was 5 years old when he was beat to death by people in his own family.
DFCS had been notified numerous times about his abuse but he was left, forgotten, let down once again by people who were supposed to protect him.
His horrific beating that resulted in his death was the one that finally caught every one's attention.
His death was only 10 years ago.My, how quickly we have forgotten little Terrell.

Lord, please put your covering over the innocent children that are the true victims of these "budget cuts." I pray that you would rally your people in a miraculous way, ignite a flame of passion to protect these children. Send us to be your hands and feet. Only you can save them now.