Sometimes as a child welfare agency, cases are brought to us by the local department of Social Services.

Fe was a little odd. Her eyes muscles were very weak and didn’t always stay focused on the object she was looking at. It made conversation sometimes very difficult because her eyes seemed to have a mind of their own. At 7 months of pregnancy, her husband had left her to go back to the province and she had had news that he had died. She was alone. No parents or relatives of any kind. How would she take care of this baby?Feona

From the beginning, I couldn’t get rid of the burden I had for little Feona. I would just weep when I held her. I remember I told my dad that I had a little girl in my nursery that had a “broken heart”. She was never happy. Never smiled. Never seemed at peace. She didn’t really bond to any of the caregivers but insisted on being carried all the time. She was so difficult to care for.

But there was little choice. The mother couldn’t keep her, had nowhere to go, had no relatives, and decided to give her up for adoption.

Still the problem was how many times I went to the nursery and Feona’s cheeks were tear stained. She broke my heart! So last December, I had my social worker pull her name from our report and we waited. For what? I had no idea. I just knew I didn’t have peace about placing her for adoption.

Fe, the mother, came back off and on and we tried everything to help her. We even tried a trial reunification. We had to know if the mother was serious about caring for her baby. It was terrible. We caught her too many times yelling horrible things, and smacking the little one in anger. It just wasn’t safe. So back again to the nursery. The signed adoption papers still in my files…

But still I couldn’t submit her name for adoption.

Last week…

The younger brother of the father showed up in our office. My social worker, sceptical, insisted the father come in person. The brother went directly to the ferry, rode 24 hours, got his brother and within 2 days they were back here. We took the father in to see his daughter for the first time… she ran to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

She had never seen him before.

The mother had left out part of her story. Why? No one knows. Maybe she was desperate, angry.  Who knows really with human nature. The father had had tuberculosis and went to the province to get well. He knew it was a danger to his unborn child. Fe got impatient and left the house they were staying in and the father couldn’t get any word to her that he was well again. I couldn’t believe the foolishness and the suffering that Fe and her little girl went through because Fe was impatient and miffed she had been left.

As I bundled Feona up, and gave them supplies to take home, the air was full of emotion. T017_2his precious little father had waited almost two years and not given up hope to get his wife and child back. I watched as he put his arms around wife and child.

I prayed over them and they left. I couldn’t stop the tears. It was unbelievable.

Oh, the amazing grace of God.

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