09/23/2026
Around 7:30 yesterday evening, we received an email that held 8 names and ages of children that had nowhere to go.
Think about that.
What was your family doing at 7:30 last night?
Some of you were probably wrapping up dinner. Some of you doing the bath and pajama routine. Some of you snuggling your babies and reading a book. Some families already fast asleep.
7:30 looked a little different for the people behind that email.
Case teams in tiny offices, long after everyone else had gone home, working tirelessly to find a place for their kids to go—even for the night.
8 kids and their belongings waiting for what was next.
Those children are still in need of foster homes.
This morning before we started our banquet prep day, some of our foster mommas and staff gathered to sit at the feet of Jesus, hearts heavy and homes already filled to the brim, interceding for every name on that email.
Each one carrying a story heavier than any child should.
Stories of incredible hurt, unimaginable pain, and shattering disappointment.
Nervous systems etched with trauma idling in a survival mode. Big emotions. Big reactions. Big behaviors.
Still deserving.
We prayed over their stories. We prayed over their team. We prayed for more homes.
…and we wept.
“If the highest place we reach is at your feet, then we’ve done it all”.
We know there are people out there willing to step into battle with these kids and teens—willing to fight through the darkness and pain—Willing to storm the enemy’s camp and take back what’s been stolen. Willing to show them the redemptive-healing-love of Jesus.
If thats you, please reach out. We. Need. You.
