Over the next few weeks things changed-a lot. We were attempting to get our bearings and learning the ropes of being a family of six.
We had good days and bad days. It soon became clear that little Jalicia needed way more than we could give and we were in way over our heads. Thankfully though, God wasn’t.
We began to arrange for services to be put in place to get her and us the help we all desperately needed. Then we got the news that changed everything. She was going to be moved from us to another home.
We were both partially relieved and also devestated. I knew I wasn’t meant to be her mom but I so wanted to be. I knew that my little family had been through a war zone and that my children needed some recovery time. I also worried about Jalicia as she had to start over fresh-again. I knew we would continue to see her at sibling visits and that I would know how she was doing. I didn’t know if I could handle knowing that either. What if things didn’t go well? Would I be watching her struggle? Could I handle the outcome? We began praying that God would give her a wonderful new home that it would be a smooth transition and that she would be happy.
Two weeks later we found out that she had been moved again and again. It broke my heart so much. We just prayed and prayed that God would bring her a couple who either had grown children or never had children who would love her and care for her and give her all the attention she needed and deserved and could meet her needs and be her forever family.