It has been a bumpy morning. Literally. I bumped my leg on the end of the bed, tripped over a shoe, and stepped on a lego – it’s a wonder I didn’t fall and break my neck! My middle name has never been “grace”, but that wasn’t so much the issue today. Then what was my problem?
I couldn’t see.
Sometime in the night I knocked my glasses off my bedside table and couldn’t find them, so when I got up this morning, no glasses. No glasses, no vision. No vision, and suddenly the thing I was trying to accomplish, getting dressed, became dangerous, with lots of collateral damage. Broken things. Bruises.
The foster system is sometimes like a blind person lurching around in the dark. We know what is supposed to be accomplished.
Safety. Permanency. Family. Opportunity. Life.
But in the crisis of each day, sometimes we can’t see where we are going. There is always another form to be completed, another report that is due, another legislator to meet, another complaint to calm, another news reporter to answer. There is always another urgent referral, another court docket, another foster kid needing a new place to live.
Sometimes it is hard to see. And there is collateral damage. Broken families. Bruised kids. Damaged community relations. Hurting case workers.
We must find our glasses. Or we will fall and break our necks.
Where there is no vision, the people perish. Proverbs 29:18 (KJV)
