I was a mother of four biological children and three stepchildren when a sibling group of three appeared in our lives — children who needed parents.

At the time, I was working at a community center where two of the children began showing up regularly. Something about their situation didn’t sit right with me. I could see signs that things weren’t okay, and I remember advocating to their social worker, explaining that something was amiss in their foster home. But my concerns seemed to fall on deaf ears.

Then one day, the oldest child showed up in my office, tears streaming down their face, telling me their parents had lost their rights to them. My heart sank. It was such a tough, heartbreaking moment — one that I’ll never forget.

That night, I prayed and prayed for God to use me and my husband if we were needed — and if it was the right thing to do. I didn’t want to force what wasn’t meant to be, but I also couldn’t ignore the pull I felt deep inside. After a lot of paperwork, box-checking, and difficult conversations, we began the process to bring them into our home.

It wasn’t easy. Their foster mother had first choice to adopt them and didn’t want to let them go. We fought hard — not for ourselves, but for what we believed God was calling us to do. Eventually, after months of waiting, worrying, and praying, the children were approved to be placed with us.

This part of my life I call “Blind Faith.”

There were so many moments when I wanted to give up. I questioned whether we were strong enough, whether our family could handle it, whether this was truly God’s will. And every time I reached that breaking point, I felt something beyond myself — a gentle but powerful nudge — urging me forward. My strength didn’t come from me. It came from Him.

Bringing those children into our home was one of the hardest things we’ve ever done. It stretched our patience, tested our marriage, and shook the balance of our family. But it also taught me that being a true follower of Jesus comes with a hefty price tag. Faith isn’t about comfort — but about trusting in God’s plan.

When I look back now and remember how hard it was, I can’t help but think: What’s the cost of three human beings’ lives?  For myself, the answer is simple — whatever it takes.

I often think about how many times God asks us to walk forward without all the answers — to trust that He’s already ahead of us, preparing the way. There were so many moments during this journey when I didn’t know what the next step would look like. All I could do was pray, listen, and keep moving, even when it was hard.

If you’ve ever been in that place, I’d love to hear your story. Let’s talk about what blind faith has looked like in your life. 💛

💬 I’m Wondering…

1. Have you ever felt God calling you to something that scared you or didn’t make sense at first?
   – What helped you trust His plan when it felt uncertain?
   

What does “blind faith” mean to you personally?
– Have there been times in your life when you had to step forward without seeing the full picture?

From my blended heart to yours 💛

Kari