Willing, Not Perfect

 

Blog 12: Willing, Not Perfect

I’m honestly kind of shocked that I’ve made it this far—twelve blogs! That might be the most I’ve ever shared publicly. I’ve journaled nearly every day for years, with a few breaks here and there, because writing is one of my favorite ways to process life. But blogging for an audience? That wasn’t something I ever really saw myself doing.

Yet here I am—because with prophetic coaching and the blueprints God has given me, sharing my life in a real and raw way has become part of the calling.

Today, let’s talk about parenting.

My daughter is currently applying to become a foster parent. I was speaking with her caseworker the other day, and it took me back to when we were foster parents ourselves. She was young at the time, but I like to believe our journey had some influence on her decision. Still, I know deep down it’s God who plants those seeds. He’s the one who nudges hearts.

Foster parenting is one of those roles that often comes with a mix of perceptions—some good, some not-so-good. On one hand, people can treat you like a saint for opening your home to a child. And don’t get me wrong—if you’re a foster parent reading this, I want you to hear me clearly: what you’re doing is amazing. You are a hero in my eyes.

But I also want to be honest: most foster parents didn’t sign up because they wanted to be seen as saints. They felt a tug on their hearts—a God tug. And that tug didn’t come with a checklist that said, “You must be rich. You must have it all together. You must be perfect.”

Let’s bust some myths:

Myth #1: You have to be well-off to be a foster parent.
Busted.

Myth #2: You have to have your life completely together.
Also busted.

What you actually need? A willing heart. A teachable spirit. And honestly, that’s what you need to be any kind of parent.

Kids don’t come with owner’s manuals—biological or foster. Some days, you look at your child and beam with pride. Other days, you walk out of the room and ask yourself, “Whose kid is this?” Parenting is real. It’s not picture-perfect or curated for social media. It's messy, raw, and holy all at the same time.

There are so many families out there vlogging their foster journeys—and I fully support that. But I’ve watched some of those videos and thought, “That’s not how we did it.” And that’s okay. There isn’t just one right way.

So instead of putting foster families (or any parent) on a pedestal, maybe we could reach out. Offer to bring them a meal. Babysit so they can have a night out. Help with carpool or laundry. Do something practical. Because social services is doing the best they can, but the truth is—they’re overwhelmed. The system is overloaded. Community is where the real help begins.

So why am I sharing all this today?

Maybe:

  1. You’re feeling stuck as a parent. I’ve been through a few things—reach out.

  2. You just need the reminder that parenting is hard and beautiful and real—and you’re not alone.

  3. God has put something on your heart—like fostering, mentoring, or loving a neighbor’s kid—and you’ve been brushing it off.

Don’t ignore it. You never know the impact your yes might have on a child, a family, a community—or even a nation. Because when we step into the work of loving others, we’re partnering with God to heal this world. And that starts with one simple smile, one willing “yes,” one open heart.

You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be willing.

Until next time,
Love you.

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