The Lost Boy...Part TWO

This boy had been in care only a few weeks and he'd been moved 5 times.  I can't help but feel that these foster parents were not prepared for the child that was brought to them.  How could 4 different families turn him away?  I kept praying for this Lost Boy to find a place that would accept him for who he is and love him where he was at.  My favorite agency worker called me at 4 o'clock on a Friday afternoon.  The Lost Boy was in her back seat being moved again.  She had no where to bring him.  Could I take him...just for the weekend?  There was a bed open in residential care and he would be evaluated but they were waiting on financing to come through.   Please.  Could I hold him just for the weekend?  PLEASE?!?!

I said yes.
 
I picked him up in a restaurant parking lot.  His eyes were searching and his hands reached out for mine.  He smiled and the first thing I noticed was that every tooth in the top of his mouth was rotted and broken.  Did I mention he's only 4?  He climbed up into the truck and I buckled him into his booster seat.  I told him about our house and introduced him to Sprout.  The worker transferred all his things into my truck and told me she was on call all weekend.  Call if I need ANYTHING.  We were off.

I drove down the highway praying "God, I asked you to place him somewhere that he'd get what he needs.  I asked you to give him someone that would love him despite his inability to express love back.  I prayed for this boy to be in a home where he'd hear about you and learn of how much You love him". 

I heard that still, small voice say "Look in your back seat.  I did."