It seems to me that many times my obedience to Christ is somewhat of a repeated, rehearsed obedience. Not that it isn't authentic. It is. But there are so many aspects of life that require sort of a familiar obedience. An obedience that is repeated and practiced, and comfortable.
But the last five months...David's and my obedience to Him has been quite unrehearsed. At times we didn't even know what obedience looked like - we just stepped out in faith and hoped and prayed we were obeying Him.
On Thursday our obedience took yet another unfamiliar and uncomfortable turn. A change that brought us to our knees.
We received the call at 3:30. Their caseworker called to let us know that she was picking up Red and Wrangler from school, and would then come to our house to pick up their things. They were being removed from our home. She gave no reason, and we had to contact her supervisor to find out what was going on.
I don't want to go into details here, for obvious reasons. But basically there was a false accusation made about our disciplinary practices. Instead of doing an investigation, or even evaluating the "evidence", the caseworker decided to remove the boys from our custody.
We have asked for an investigation. We know that we have absolutely nothing to hide, and our desire is to have our name cleared, and the boys returned to our home and family.
We are thankful that we are allowed to visit Red, Cowboy, and Wrangler. They are in a group home/youth shelter a little over an hour away. Their caseworker was kind enough to add our names to the "okay to visit and call" list. That's huge for us, as we had been under the impression that we would not be able to contact them.
Needless to say, the last few days have been indescribably difficult. We love the three half men so much. We miss them. We have concerns about where they are living - it is less than ideal.
This new obedience...it is definitely unrehearsed. We need your prayers. I need your prayers. The boys need your prayers.