Today, our first foster kid is coming to stay at our house! She's 17 and I'm secretly hoping that we will be best friends. I have super high hopes for the foster kids that come through my house. It is actually quite the struggle not to think of her as a camper. I can't wow her with my silliness and assume that her high opinion of me carries through to next summer.
Truthfully, I am doubting that we will be best friends. Probably my family is going to scare her. My mom keeps bees and goats. My parents like to talk [to excess] about the End Times. We eat super healthy food. We live in the middle of no where. I have dreadlocks and ugly yellow pants. There is a high probability that we are going to freak her out.
I wonder if she will know how much my parents and I have been praying for and about her. I wonder where she is at with the Lord. I wonder what kinds of doors are going to be opened because of this!
Oh goodness! The doorbell just rang! I think she is here!!!