I wrote this post in December, a week before our home was opened & we accepted our first foster care placement.
We (the Kieklaks) are at the tail end of the foster care certification process. We were supposed to have our home open by November 1st, but there was some forgotten paperwork that surfaced after we signed our contract. Now, after the 1st of December, we’ve gotten all the paperwork (actually all of it this time) sent in to DHS and we’re just waiting for approval. Our foster care agency will want us to take another respite care placement before taking a (more) permanent placement.
It’s been a while since we posted regularly on here, but we wanted to tell you guys about some big changes. Both of our families started foster care this summer! We wanted to update you with where our families are in the process so you can be praying for us as we begin this journey.
Let’s start by explaining why we feel called to foster care. We’ve always had a heart for serving, and what better way to love your neighbor than to provide a safe home for a child in need? We both feel we have a safe & loving home to offer (though maybe a little crazy sometimes!) and more room in our hearts and homes, so we wanted to get involved.
I’m catching up on blogging our big events for the past couple years, excuse all these adorable baby pictures from our boys’ first Christmas.
I’ve been pretty lax about posting updates on here, so don’t mind these pictures from Thanksgiving 2017. In the next couple months I’m planning to post updates from the last few years.
Over the last few months, Steve & I have been talking and reading a lot about the past century of African American history, lingering racial injustice & structural inequality, and the church’s role in racial reconciliation.
We’ve talked extensively together and we’ve talked with a few people in our church about how we can better address racial reconciliation in our congregation. Then, a few weeks ago, Steve & I got to attend the Stronger Together 2017 Justice Conference here in Oklahoma City.
I was going to write a post about something completely different today, but then the mail came this morning. Nike barked at the mean man for daring to deliver a package, and I went out in my pajamas (yes, it was 10:30, and I was still pajama-clad) and pulled the package inside. I eagerly opened it – getting mail is always exciting!
A few years back, my friend Sarah Jo posted about a tradition that she and her husband have for Valentine’s Day. Every year, she buys him a children’s book and embellishes it and writes notes in it and gives it to her husband as a sort of love letter.
If you follow me on Instagram, you know that we took a trip last week. We went with another couple (who is also expecting a baby soon) to Chicago as a joint babymoon.
I can’t believe the new year is almost here again. Life has changed a lot since the start of 2016:
– Went through the first embryo transfer & miscarriage
– Hunted for a new job for Steve & moved to Yukon when he was hired as a youth pastor
– Went through the second embryo transfer & stayed pregnant