My Best Advice For New Foster Parents

God’s timing is impeccable.   

As we come to yet another chapter in our journey, I am "coincidentally" being given the opportunity to sit down with some brave souls tomorrow night who are about to embark on their own journey in foster care.  I actually do not believe it is coincidental.  God knew that L's parents would come back into our lives the same weekend that our focus would be on orphan/foster care at church and that I would be asked to sit on this panel only a few days later.  

He is after something in my heart...continued surrender and trust.   

I asked myself all weekend, “what do I really want to say?”  My heart feels very raw right now.  I may not even get to say much and they may have specific questions, but if I get the floor, what would I want them to know from a fellow sojourner who is just a few steps ahead? 

I asked some others for their perspective to get my wheels turning a few weeks ago, and with their added wisdom, here is where I landed…

1) This is the most selfless commitment you may ever make in your life.  If you do this the right way, you are making the commitment to be on a “team” of people who are working, not for your good, but for the good of a child.  Most of the time, this means working toward reuniting them with their biological family.  You will also be making a commitment to simultaneously love a child like they are staying forever.  That is an order so tall it will feel impossible.  I contend that it is without absolute trust in God and His love for you and the child in your care.   

2) Don't engage bio parents as the enemy.  They may see you that way in the beginning, but prove them wrong.  Encourage them to do the “next right thing” in their lives.  Love them.  Pray for them.  This is also a tall order.  Depending on the circumstances, you may really struggle to find forgiveness toward them.  This is absolutely and completely understandable.  It forces us to come back to our own deep deep need for grace and reliance on Christ to transform our hearts. 

Unforgiveness will be your own prison, I promise.  Don't let yourself live there.

And listen, forgiveness does NOT equal "free of consequence."  You do not have to be okay with their choices.  In the end, even while you love and forgive them, sometimes the best thing for a child is to move on to adoption.  Kids can't wait forever while their parents decide whether they really want to kick their addiction or make big changes in their lives.  Kids need full time committed parents.  They need to find permanency in a loving, stable, forever family.  This whole thing is the weirdest combination of tough love, support, consequences, surrender, and advocacy for children.   

So, be released from the pressure to immediately embrace warm fuzzy feelings of forgiveness toward bio parents you don't even know before you set foot on this journey.  It's okay to struggle with it and be afraid of it.  Just remember, if God has led you here, He will give you what you need to walk through it with love and obedience.   

I don't know how He will accomplish this in you and your circumstances, but I just know that HE IS ABLE. 

3) Find some safe people you can be free to feel your feelings around.  You will need to vent.  You will likely feel angry, tired, failed by the system, and overwhelmed at times.  It’s okay to feel this way.  FEEL IT.  Find people who will support you, pray for you, validate your feelings (when they are valid and most of the time they will be), and then encourage you get back up and go again. 

People say this isn't for the faint of heart.  I think we're all faint of heart, honestly.  Foster parents aren't stronger than the average Joe.  We have just arrived at a place of obedience and surrender because God has asked us to do this particular thing.  We simply trust God to carry our heart, even if it breaks.

Whom have I in heaven but You?  And earth has nothing I desire besides you.  My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.  Psalm 73:25-26

4) Keep your integrity.  This goes hand in hand with #1 and #2.  When you fall in love with a kid and think that it would be in their best interest to stay with you, beware of the temptation to manipulate things.  DO NOT sabotage their bio parents.  This will never work out in your favor in the end.  At the very beginning my caseworker said, "Her mom is either going to do the work or she isn't."  That is what I needed to hear.  It was going to be an uphill battle for her and she didn't need me to stand in the way.  God will never honor that.

The end does not justify the means…ever.  

 I understand why this is hard not to do when you are “fighting” for a child.  I go back to our desperate need to trust God with the process and the outcome.  Do this the right way.  Don’t fight dirty. 

5) Make no mistake about it, you have the BEST job on the team.  While the rest of the team gets to interact briefly with your foster child, talk about them in meetings, advocate, and make decisions on their behalf, you get to make the biggest investment in their life. 

Everyone makes some sacrifices to be a part of this process.  This is not feel good work (most of the time).  I hate that we even need social workers, juvenile officers, guardian ad litems, and judges.  This is hard work for everyone and we all need to respect the role that we each play.  Good teams do this, and I am thankful to be part of one. 

Here is the bottom line though, you will make the greatest sacrifice.  Your whole life will be enveloped by this experience.   

You know what makes every bit of this worth it?  You are the one who gets to hold, love, comfort, and make the deepest impact on every child that comes into your home.  You will be the one to show them, maybe for the first time, what unconditional love looks like.  You will get to whisper "I LOVE YOU" when you tuck them in at night.  You will get to be their safe place to let it all out (this will be excruciatingly hard but necessary).  You will get to cheer them on in their accomplishments and progress, and see what a visible difference it makes when a kid hears someone say, "I'm so proud of you."  You will be there to tell them that it's going to be okay on hard days.  You are the only one that gets to know them intimately.  What an honor.  God holds them in such high esteem and you get to be His hands and feet to demonstrate His unfailing love toward them.  

Tell me what greater privilege there is on Earth.  There is NONE.

So, jump in with both feet.  Bring all of your excitement, nerves, fear, and an unwavering trust in God's love for you no matter what may come.  

This is going to be the ride of your life.  

WANTED: A Family For A Little Girl Named Dorcas

Today, I am excited to introduce you to the Humiston family.  I crossed paths with Jennifer two summers ago at a community pool in Hannibal, MO while we were in town for Super Summer.  They had recently adopted their son, David, from Guinea and we had just started our journey in foster care.  

Glimpses of God From the Humiston Home

 We discovered that we had a few friends in common, as well as a common passion for orphan care.  

As I have followed her posts on Facebook over the last year and a half I have been encouraged over and over by something in particular.  She is commited to helping a little girl, who still lives in an orphanage in Guinea, find a forever family. 

She started a fund to help cover the adoption cost for the family that will one day discover God has asked them to be her family. 

It seems very backwards.  And it's amazing.  It sounds exactly like the the upside down, inside out, unexpected way that God's kingdom works.  I love it so much.  

A few days ago it finally hit me that more of us need to share her story.  I am believing with Jennifer that God has a family for this little girl.  I also believe that if more of us share her story a family will eventually learn about her and hear God speak into their hearts that it's supposed to be them.  

How will they know unless they hear?   

Would you be willing to share this post with those in your social media sphere of friendship and influence?

It will be such a joy for hundreds, or perhaps thousands, of us to celebrate as we see her story unfold.  Her family is out there!!

Today, let's learn about how God first put this on Jennifer's heart.  (The following is from her post, "He Sets The Lonely In Families.")

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In April of 2012 my feet touched down on West African soil for the first time. I thought I was there to do a VBS for missionary kids.  And I was.  And it has changed my life. 

I also went to an orphanage for the first time...and met my SON (although I didn't know he would be my son at the time!) 

But he wasn't the only kiddo that caught my heart's attention.  I also met a sweet little girl named Dorcas.  Today I'd like to introduce you to her.

 April 2012

 Look how little she was the first time I met her!

 April 2013

 

 2014/2015

Eating pizza!

Fun at the swimming pool.

  

  Pete & Amy Riley

Dorcas is determined. I've seen her with the help of her friends at the orphanage ride a tricycle.

Dorcas is a beautiful child of God. Her smile literally lights up the room.

 Dorcas is an overcomer. She has been "diagnosed" with CP.  However, she doesn't let that stop her too much. Since we met her she has received a walker and learned to get around very well with it. Recently, through the help of therapy (done by an amazing volunteer missionary) she has began to learn to walk unaided. We can't imagine what she could do with professional focused therapy!

 Dorcas loves to be loved.

Dorcas needs a family.

 I have to confess I put off writing this post. I am a detail person. I wanted the perfect set of pictures and description of what her skills are and her prognosis is. I wasn't sure exactly how to advocate for this precious girl. So this year our family began praying on a daily basis for Dorcas to find a family. And the Lord has burdening my heart like crazy. And so I write. Do I have all the "answers" to what life with Dorcas will look like for a family? No. But, I am confident her forever family is out there.

Could it be you? Could it be a friend of yours who has a heart for children with special needs? Your friends who have been looking to adopt an older child?

Although we do not know the exact day that she was born we do know that Dorcas is six years old.  She is currently living in an orphanage called CASOG (Centre D'Appui Aux Sans-Abris Et Orphelins de Guinee/ general translation: Support Center for the Homeless and Orphans of Guinea) in Guinea, Africa.  We are still in the frontier stages of adoption work in Guinea, but it can be done!  We did it and you can too!

She has the amazing blessing of a missionary family (The Rileys) who are investing in her while she waits for you. They are paving the way for her to have a family by taking her swimming (fun therapy), doings exercises, exposing her to American food, taking her places outside the orphanage walls, and pouring love and affection on her. (and photographing/videoing it all for you to have!)

But, this is not a forever family. It breaks my heart that she has been waiting this long. What have I been so busy doing that I haven't written this post before? Why did I think I had to have advocacy all figured out before I began? No more.

The Lord has challenged me to do more. I am starting a fund for Dorcas. Many of you know my cupcake business Sweet 2 the Soul began as a way to bring David home. I have continued to bake and give half of everything I make to missions.  I am currently putting money in a fund for Dorcas' future family to help offset their adoption expenses.

If you'd like to hear more about what an amazing little girl Dorcas is and what day to day life with her might look like I'd be happy to put you in touch with Amy Riley. If you have questions about how to adopt from her country we've done it and would be happy to help you on that end.

What can YOU do?

-Pray.  Pray and ask God if you could be the family God has been waiting for to step out in faith and adopt Dorcas. If you are certain that isn't you then please begin praying for her forever family to be found.

-Share. Will you please share this post with your prayer warrior friends, your heart for adoption friends, your friends who feel a deep passion to help those with special needs?

-Give. If God leads you to be a part of this little girl's journey please visit her GoFundMe page created to raise support for the family that will one day bring her home.  

You can always contact me at jenniferhumiston@hotmail.com or through Facebook with any questions you might have.

"God sets the lonely in families." -Psalm 68:6 

Let us pray and believe that God will fulfill this in Dorcas's life.

When Grace Is Really All You Have

Imagine that about a year ago you accepted a foster care placement to help a little boy with special needs.  Excited and nervous you wanted to do it, and you quickly fell in love with him.  You felt sure that God had called you to do this.  You weren't getting much sleep because this sweet kid needed you to take care of him in the night and you also had responsibilities during the day that you couldn't ignore.  Life keeps moving and people expect you to show up for work, doctors' appointments, meetings, and meals.   You don't always get to check out of normal life, even under stressful circumstances.  Your exhaustion was real, but you never doubted it was worth it and you knew it would only be this hard for a time.

Then, one day, you were driving with your foster son in your back seat and missed a stop sign.  Your eyes were open.  You weren't distracted by your phone.  You were just tired and your senses weren't operating like they should.  You got t-boned and the little boy in your back seat who you had sacrificed so much to help was now seriously injured.  

You feel helpless and guilty and completely responsible.  You were the one driving.  You wish with all of your heart that you could rewind the clock and just put your foot on the brake.  How did this happen???  You've never even had a speeding ticket.  It's a bad dream you wish you could wake up from.

Suddenly, you find yourself at the center of attention.  Local media had a slow day and caught wind of the story.  People who don't know you or your foster son suddenly care deeply about his well being.  They all jump on the self righteous band wagon with their comments that read...

"How horrible! I hope that person pays for what they've done!"

"How do people like this become foster parents?  Our system is so screwed up!   Prayers for that little boy." (This is my personal favorite...condemnation followed by "prayers")

"I hope they take that child away!"

"Children deserve to be in loving homes with adults that will take care of them.  How irresponsible."

"This makes me sick."

"I bet they were texting and driving.  This makes me so angry."

None of these people know anything about the circumstances.  They don't know you.  They have no idea what it has been like over the last several months when you have been up in the night over and over, feeding, changing, holding, singing to, praying over this precious one.  You LOVE this child and hurt more than anyone over what has happened.  If you could take it back or trade places, you would do in an instant.  

IT WAS A MISTAKE.

The world is cruel and people can be unmerciful.  We can all be arrogant when others make a mistake and think "we would never..."

Over the last month I watched one of my friends get raked over the coals for a mistake that she made.  In the midst of following God to a hard place and putting so much on the line, she made an honest mistake.  She immediately owned it, everyone was okay, but it was the sort of mistake that had consequences.  If it would have been her own kid no one would have even known it happened.  

In foster care, so much of what you do is under a microscope.  

When kids fall off their bike and get scraped up, fall off the chair and get a knot on their head, cut their finger and need stitches...you take pictures, report it to your caseworker, talk about it at the next meeting, and deal with whatever judgement other people may have about how it happened or could have been avoided.  You may have to sit across from their bio parents and swallow your pride while they express their anger toward you.  

You didn't imagine the day that you would be asking for their forgiveness.  

I appreciate accountability.  This is the way it has to be, but it's also really really hard.

In foster care, and other times in life, we are exposed and laid bare before people who don't even know us.  People who live in the public eye deal with this constantly.  They are more vulnerable to rumors and judgement. 

My mom has one of those mirrors that lights up and has two sides.  One side is normal and the other side is magnified.  She bought it precisely for those features.  I, however, never want to see myself in so much detail under bright lights.  It's frightening.  Why would I want to see my acne (in my 30s...seriously???), and fine lines that are appearing all over my face.  WHY WOULD I DO THAT TO MYSELF?  

Sometimes that is how the rest of the world gets to see us.  Our mistakes are viewed under bright lights and appear larger than everyone else's.  It doesn't seem fair, and the story that's told is rarely accurate.

While perfect strangers malign our character on Facebook and we can do nothing to make it stop, what will we do?  Crawl in a hole and never come out?

Have you ever stood face to face with someone who gets to decide whether or not your mistake or your sin is forgivable?


What do we do with a mistake that others aren't willing to forgive?   

What happens if Jesus is the only one left standing there with grace?

I have really been thinking about this after watching someone I love have to deal with a similar reality.  Because I love her, I have felt her anguish.  

It has reminded me of the times in my life when I have felt completely unworthy of forgiveness.  I remember how raw those moments of vulnerability and weakness feel.  It caused my heart to run to the one place where undeserved grace, mercy, and love was demonstrated in fullness and perfection.  The cross.  Not one sin was left unanswered for at the cross of Christ.  There is not one mistake that the grace God demonstrated through Christ doesn't cover...completely.  

I can promise you this.  When Jesus seems to be the only one left standing with grace in His hands instead of a stone you will want to run with abandon into His arms.  His grace will never mean more to you than on that day.  

On our worst day.  On our best day.  This is exactly how much we need His grace.  

When His grace becomes the only thing we've got to make it through the day and not give in to despair, we will finally understand what He means to us.  EVERYTHING.  We are bankrupt without Him.  

When is the last time you felt this desperate for Him?

When we come to the place where His grace has given us true liberty from our sin and freedom to not be defined by our mistakes, we will also see the people around us differently.  We will be quick to extend grace, give the benefit of the doubt, and be generous with second chances.  We will be less inclined to make hasty judgements about others when we read the headlines or hear whispers.  

When grace is all we have, grace is what we want to give. 

Whether we find ourselves struggling to forgive someone else or struggling to forgive ourselves, we must remember this:  His grace is sufficient.  Let's own our mistakes, confess our sins, surrender ourselves to Him, and trust that He meant what He said.  Freedom awaits.  Why wouldn't we run into His arms to receive this kind of love?  Nothing compares.  

 Love unfailing.  

Grace unending. 

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For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are-- yet was without sin.  Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.  Hebrews 4:5-16

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The teachers of the law and the Pharisees brought in a woman caught in adultery. They made her stand before the group and said to Jesus, “Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery.  In the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. Now what do you say?”  In the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. Now what do you say?”  They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him. But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger. They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him. But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger.  When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, “Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.”  Again he stooped down and wrote on the ground.  At this, those who heard began to go away one at a time, the older ones first, until only Jesus was left, with the woman still standing there.  Jesus straightened up and asked her, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?”  “No one, sir,” she said. “Then neither do I condemn you,” Jesus declared. “Go now and leave your life of sin.”  When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” John 8:3-12

Seven Things I've Learned So Far This Year

I got connected with some fellow bloggers recently.  Someone asked if we would want to write a post on the same topic for fun, and to help pull some of us out of a writing slump.  I decided to give it a whirl.  I've never done a list post. Someone is probably gagging right now because they hate list posts (I understand. So sorry.)

For everyone else, I present to you...

Seven Things I've Learned So Far This Year

1) Parenthood and The West Wing are the best shows of all time.  

I realize that is a matter of opinion, but they would have to be contenders.  I mourned for days when Parenthood ended last year.  Why in the world would NBC cancel it?  The only plus is that it doesn't consume an hour of my life every week.  I have never watched a show that made my heart connect to the characters like this one did.  I cried and laughed and I will love the Braverman family forever.

The West Wing was brilliantly written, quick witted, and engaging.  President Bartlett made me long for a leader that will govern with conviction, conscience, and lead with vision.  I loved CJ, Josh, Toby, and Sam. This is an older series, but I was too busy being a college student when it originally aired.  If you're looking for a series to watch, I highly recommend it!

2) My metabolism hates me.  

So, I am fine.  I am not wallowing in despair.  I just think there comes a time when you have to decide if you're going to deal with what's happening in your life or live in denial.   My options seem to be:

a) Eat healthy, deny myself dessert (and most foods I love), and stay exactly where I am.

OR...

b) Eat what I want and keep gaining weight.

I have chosen (b) over the last year and half.  I just want to stop the train before it gets out of hand.

I decided a few weeks ago that I would really try to wean myself off of refined sugar and flour.  I fasted from all such things for about two weeks.  I virtually saw no change.  This went way differently in my twenties.  Over the course of a few months I shed 20 pounds with healthy eating and moderate exercise a decade ago.  Now in my thirties, my metabolism mocks my efforts.

Jeff joined me (except he still ate dessert and had cheat meals, if you can call that joining me) and he confessed yesterday that he lost a few pounds.   He didn't want to tell me because he knows how unfair it is.  He wanted to keep me from feeling more frustrated, bless his heart. I told him that I still hate his guts.  I kid. 

3) Sending my second kid to school was as hard as the first. 

I felt exactly the same about Avery going to kindergarten as I did when Micah went.  She is 9 months younger than some kids in her class which feels like a big gap.  I worried about whether or not it was a good decision.  To my surprise, our fragile flower has blossomed with confidence.  She has no problem confronting problems with other kids.  Now we just need to work on her delivery.  Sass is not well received, in case you didn't know.

4) I strangely feel at home with people who are seriously a mess, addicts in particular.  

Let me explain.  My experience is still limited but the thing that I "love" about the addicts I have interacted with (which have all been in one particular demographic) is that they know they're a mess and you can freely ask them whatever you want.  I have not been met with defensiveness yet.   

They lie about the story but tell the truth about themselves.

They will tell you the wildest lie and then admit their criminal record in the next breath.  If you have discernment, you can generally put the big pieces together and see what the real story is behind the one they are telling.  They don't bat an eye when you ask them if they have any warrants out or past convictions (I ask because that might be the real reason they "can't get a job.")   They don't get angry when you very kindly remind them that the reason their mouth is in so much pain is because they keep using meth, which then makes them want to use more meth to deal with the pain, but if they continue to use meth they will lose all of the teeth they have left....SO STOP TREATING IT LIKE A FRIEND.  (How about that run on sentence?) They will still lie and their expectations of what they think others should do for them doesn't follow any logic.  It's just the one thing that I can appreciate about interacting with them.

I'm a question asker, and while that makes guarded/normal people nervous, I feel complete freedom with them.  Addicts don't protect their image or heart the way most of us do.  We are more sophisticated.  We often want to protect how people perceive us.

We will tell the truth about the story but lie about ourselves.

Their lens through which they see the world is so different.  It's whack, but for whatever reason, I get it.  At least they're honest about what a mess they are.

5) Traveling with four kids is so hard it's barely worth it.  

OH MY WORD.  We had fun last summer but I did more traveling alone with the kids and it almost did me in.  L graduated to the toddler stage and is living up to every expectation you probably have of tots.  If there is something not child proofed in your house she will find it, climb it, open it, eat it, get into it, tear it up, take it apart.  She also hates, and I DO mean hates, riding in a vehicle when it's dark.  This aversion combined with her screaming/hitting phase almost made me lose my mind and hand in my parent card over the summer.  I have learned that screaming triggers big feelings for me a lot more than it does for Jeff.  The older kids can push his buttons more quickly with arguing.  So let's just say there were a lot of buttons being pushed all summer while we traveled together.  Van rides, sleeping in dorm rooms, sleeping on air beds in the same room on a church floor, hotels, using gym showers, public restrooms, eating out a lot, and a very random routine did not produce the best version of ourselves.  Maybe next summer will be easier.  Or maybe we'll stay home.  Probably neither.

6) I'm an introvert.

I'm just now realizing this.  I have carried massive mother guilt for not enjoying certain parts of this season of life more.  I am deeply thankful for the family I have, I just struggle with parts of it.  I recharge by being alone, one on one time with people, and when it's quiet.  This is why I feel like everything is closing in and my life is being sucked right out of me when there is a lot of noise and I have to be "on" constantly.  Days when there is no break from it are super hard.

For so long I wondered why I feel such dread about social gatherings where you are supposed to mingle and get to know people.  The "get to know you" games give me so much anxiety.  I always thought something must me wrong with me or that everyone feels this way.  Neither are true.

I LOVE meeting up with a couple of people at the park or for coffee.  I don't even have to know them very well.  I am happy to have lots of people over to our house.  I love it actually.  I realized that we are all wired differently, and that's okay.  It helps me understand why I feel the way I do in certain situations and how to deal with it better.  I can't skip this stage of parenting and I can't avoid every large social gathering for the rest of my life.  I can let myself off the hook for how I feel about it and be more intentional about putting some alone time on the calendar.  I'm a better mom and human being when I do.

7) I love writing.

I feel weird typing those words.  I don't claim to be good at it.  I just like it a lot.  The truth is, I have found something so life giving by putting words on a screen and sharing them.  I used to have more time to give outlet to these words by frequent coffee hangouts with friends and leading small groups.  I can't do as much of that right now, and surprisingly, blogging has met a need to communicate my thoughts in a fun way.  I love hearing your feedback and getting to share encouragement with people I've never even met from time to time when the topic fits.  So, I admit it.  I love doing this.

If you made it to the end...congratulations!  I'm sorry, you don't win anything, but I appreciate your perseverance.  Thanks for reading about my weird discoveries over the last year.  What are some of yours?

A Heartfelt Tribute to Coffee

In case you've missed it on your Facebook or Instagram feeds...today is an important holiday. 

 It's National Coffee Day.  

Throw a party, drink an extra cup, deliver some to a friend, but by all means...CELEBRATE.

God invented this precious bean as a demonstration of His mercy and grace to us.  He knew that after the fall we would be SO TIRED FROM EVERYTHING.  Our bodies were once made in perfection, but now we must suffer the consequences of our depravity.  This is our lot.  But God, in His great mercy, gave us redemption through Jesus.  He's so good to us that He didn't stop being kind there.  As the Giver of good and perfect gifts, He also gave us coffee.  This is a perfect moment to stop and give Him thanks if you never have.

So, I have a few words to say to this faithful companion of mine. 

Coffee, thank you for being a constant friend.  You have been with me through every season since I was a teenager.  I had to get used to you at first, as your personality came off a little too strong.  I paired you with chocolate and syrups and topped you with whipped cream to sort of pretend I liked you.  Still, I grew fond of you as I sat on couches in a little coffee shop with friends in high school.  You opened me up to a new world where good conversation was often had when you were around and I could feel older than I was.  I don't need you to help me feel older now, but thanks for the memories.

I apologize for my poor attempts at brewing you at first.  I would mix you with hot cocoa packets to redeem my efforts, but it was no use.  We both know how bad it was.  Thank you for not walking out on our friendship early on.  I grew in knowledge and quickly ditched my dorm room microwave espresso maker, hot cocoa packets, and trying to make Folgers taste edible.   I admit my folly and let's call a spade a spade...Folgers is a disgrace to your name.   

I also want to thank you for giving me employment for several years.  You truly bring all kinds of people together.  Townies, tourists, homeless folks, Israeli taxi drivers, celebrities, French Consulate workers,  grumpy business men, prep school kids, haggard moms, dads looking for pound cake and hot chocolate to feed their kids for breakfast, and people looking for their identity in a latte.  I remember, Bruce, and his "for here grande half-caf 180 degree latte with half of a raw sugar on the bottom half of a raw sugar on the top."  No more, no less.  I remember the way he initiated all new baristas by never approving of their efforts at first.  He was sure they screwed it up and made them start over or go get someone who knew what they were doing until they proved themselves. He was not even the most complicated person I served (God help us).  He was a different person after I got know him,though.  The cranky old lawyer thing was a bluff.  I could mess it up and he never said a word after a few months. 

Really, I learned about humility and serving others because of you.  I learned to be around people that I never would have chosen to spend time with outside of that common ground.  People can also be cranky, demanding, selfish, and mean over you.  I still had to do my job with the right attitude.  I had to figure out that it didn't matter if someone else treated me as if I were sub human because I was serving them coffee.  I still had to represent Christ and my company well.   I learned that people hope to find some comfort when they walked through the doors of those establishments and get their cup of joe.  They love when someone knows their order and has their drink waiting for them by the time they get to the front of the line.  It may be the one place where they feel known and cared about in their day.  You bring so much joy to the world.  You bring people together.  And people spend ridiculous amounts of money on you.  I will admit that I was happy to not see you so early in the morning after those years were over.  We were spending a little too much time together and I honestly got a little sick of you. 

Speaking of sick, I have to apologize for one more thing.  Sorry for how mean I was to you those three times in my life when another human was taking up residence in my body.  It was really all their fault.  They made me so sick for two months at a time.  It was hard on you and me...and Jeff.  Sorry I kicked you both outside when it was time to brew you every morning.  I'm happy to tell you that those days are over.  Don't ask how I know, just trust me.  That is glorious news for both of us. 

And finally, you have sustained me over the last 7 years of parenthood.  I don't know where I'd be without you...or where my kids would be.  I have some guesses but I'll keep those to myself.  When I couldn't tell the difference between night and day because babies needed to eat every three hours with no mercy for sleep deprivation, you comforted me.  You were decaffeinated, but still you made me feel better by your presence.   Now, when there is endless screaming and crying and talking and questions that threaten my sanity, you are there.  You distract me from murderous and suicidal thoughts.  You are quiet, you smell good, and you never disobey.  Please teach my children how to be more like you.  Disciple them.   

You are my nap in a mug.  You know how much that means in my life.  So, never leave me.  Be mine forever and ever.  You have been a friend that sticks closer than a brother. 

 With so much gratitude and with all my heart I say, Happy National Coffee Day.