KidsView  | The Adventist Review for kids and those who always will be kids at heart | February 2017

The Gift of Love

By Lou Clark as told to Robert Clark

My husband and I are foster parents. Foster parents take care of children in their homes who are not part of their family. These children are unable to live with their parents or family because of problems in their home. Foster parents care for them like they were their own children. They give them a loving place to live until they can go back home or to another safe place. So far we’ve had 38 different foster children in our home. We see it as a way to serve Jesus and give love to others.

Foster care is both the best and the most difficult thing we have ever done. It’s hard when you get attached to a child, then have to say goodbye. You wonder if they will miss you, or whether everything will be OK in their new place. 


A Special Mission

It all began one morning when I woke up with a special mission on my mind and in my heart. After getting ready, I drove to the Department of Human Resources (DHR). Pulling into the parking lot, I said a prayer. Then I walked into the office knowing God would guide me through this journey.

I stepped up to the desk and told the woman that my husband and I had recently moved to the area. We were looking for a child to foster. The woman asked me to wait a moment and went into the office of one of the social workers. After what seemed like a really long time, she came out and said that they had never had anyone just walk in and ask for a child to foster. She said they would check and contact me.


Answer to Prayer

A couple weeks later I received a call from DHR. Two foster opportunities were available. The first was healthy twin boys; the other was a 5-week-old baby boy with spina bifida (a  condition where the baby is born with a backbone that is not formed normally). I told her that I would talk to my husband and pray about it. We decided to sleep on it.  

After prayer and careful consideration, we felt led to foster the boy with spina bifida. So I called the DHR office and told them our decision.

I was nervous, anxious, and excited. Three days after I had called DHR, I heard a car pull into the driveway. When the social worker got out of the car, he was carrying a makeshift bassinet made from a soap detergent box. 

He walked in and put the box on the kitchen table. I stepped over and looked with nervous excitement. When I looked in, I saw the baby lying on his stomach. He looked at me with the most adorable toothless smile—and I was in love.

My husband was still at work. I hoped and prayed that he hadn’t changed his mind about taking in a special needs baby. I heard him pull into the driveway. He came into the house, and I couldn’t say a word. I just pointed to the box. He walked over, our baby boy smiled—and my husband was hooked too. 

That was a long time ago. The baby’s name was Robert. Now he’s grown up, married, and has his own little girl. Robert changed his name to our last name when he was grown. We know Jesus brought us together. We are so happy we could give Robert the gift of love. It changed our lives forever.