Then the king commanded, and they brought Daniel, and cast him into the den of lions. Now the king spake and said unto Daniel, Thy God whom thou servest continually, he will deliver thee. And a stone was brought, and laid upon the mouth of the den; and the king sealed it with his own signet, and with the signet of his lords; that the purpose might not be changed concerning Daniel. Then the king went to his palace, and passed the night fasting: neither were instruments of musick brought before him: and his sleep went from him. Then the king arose very early in the morning, and went in haste unto the den of lions. And when he came to the den, he cried with a lamentable voice unto Daniel: and the king spake and said to Daniel, O Daniel, servant of the living God, is thy God, whom thou servest continually, able to deliver thee from the lions? Then said Daniel unto the king, O king, live for ever. My God hath sent his angel, and hath shut the lions’ mouths, that they have not hurt me: forasmuch as before him innocency was found in me; and also before thee, O king, have I done no hurt.
On April 26th, in the year 2012, a little boy came into our lives. He was broken and bruised. Terrified. Lost. Shattered…….
When I picked him up from the hospital, I wasn’t sure what to expect. God wanted us to foster children. We heeded the call……but, were we equipped to deal with this, were we good enough to do this, could we help these children on our own? No, but God could, and He would work through us. I stepped off the hospital elevator to go meet the person whom would eventually become our son.
Nothing could have prepared me……no amount of training, research, praying……I am sure it gets easier with each child a medical provider sees, but for my heart, I died a little that day. Never again will I be the same, knowing there is such things that happen to children daily, hourly…..by the minute. As this little boy cried in the arms of a social worker, I could not speak out loud, I could only pray. “God in the highest…….I walk with thee and implore You to guide my steps. Guide my hand, enclose Your Hand around my heart, so that I am strong enough to handle this. Save this child, O Lord, take away this pain, ease his suffering………let him feel me…..and You.”
It was a long road…….as a mother carries her child in her womb, growing into a strong, healthy baby that can come into this world and survive…….I carried Aiden. He was too big to be put into a carrier :-), but everywhere I went, I had him with me. When he slept, whether nap or bedtime, he was touching me in some way. When we went out, he was touching me in some way. For a year, I carried that baby, just as if he were blood of my blood and bone of my bone.
On day two, Dave became Aiden’s father……he just crawled into Dave’s lap, into his heart, and has been there ever since. Even though it was a man who did the most damage to that little body, Aiden wasn’t afraid of Dave. He simply had peace that Dave was his protector, his provider, his Dad.
Aiden has been through so much in his 6 short years. He came to us at 2 1/2 years old. He suffered so greatly with post traumatic stress, that the first few years we had him were a constant struggle to get Aiden strong enough to handle life outside our home, with other people, and in society.
We researched, advocated, protected, nurtured, loved………..prayed. Eventually, Aiden grew more confident. He started to relax in the world around him. He breathed.
It has been a very long journey of doctors, therapists, lawyers, court dates, and trials. After 1,399 days in foster care……..Aiden is now officially and legally ours. One thousand, three hundred, ninety-nine days. Four years. Four years of agonizing if he would be ripped away from us at a moments notice. Four years of dreading when the birth father would be released from jail. Four years of collapsing on the bathroom floor in prayers of mercy and begging God to please just let Aiden be ours………
And he is. Our Aiden Daniel, whom God saved from the lion’s mouth. Whom God delivered from the hell from whence he came. Into our arms…..our hearts. We can call him son now……but he was ours one thousand three hundred and ninety-nine days ago.
And……..with all that being said………as of yesterday……….may we also introduce to you …………Aiden’s brother……..our Fat Baby JoJo 🙂