First of all...Great Grandma is ninety and she is concerned about me.  In a misdirected way, but concerned.

She told me she wishes I wasn't doing foster care, because I am just going to end up on a list of people who can't be around kids.  She said social workers only believe the kids and that I am going to get in trouble.

Later she said that she can't believe I chose the boys over her.  That isn't true at all.  God chose these boys for me.  She isn't the first person who doesn't understand me doing foster care and she won't be the last.  I am not looking for understanding and approval from everyone I meet.  This is between me, these boys, and God.

I love Great Grandma, but that doesn't make me love these boys any less.

Prayers for understanding.