09/04/2026
I believe foster care brings spiritual warfare into your home.
And no, I am not saying every meltdown or hard behavior is spiritual warfare. Trauma is real. Mental health is real. Therapy matters. Sometimes kids have hard days simply because they are kids, and sometimes a house full of children is just LOUD and exhausting.
But I also believe there is a spiritual side to this that we don’t talk about enough.
You cannot open your home to children who have lived through generations of addiction, abuse, neglect, rejection and brokenness, start praying and fighting for those cycles to END, and expect the enemy to just sit quietly and watch.
I have felt the heaviness in my own home.
There have been seasons when it seems like everybody is struggling at once. Nobody is sleeping. Emotions are high. One thing happens, then another, and before you know it you’re standing in the kitchen completely exhausted wondering, “God, did I hear You wrong? Because I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”
I’ve been there more times than I would probably like to admit.
And I’ve had to remind myself that hard does not always mean wrong.
Sometimes the fight is hard because what is happening inside these walls matters.
We aren’t just giving children a bedroom and a place to eat. We are standing in the middle of things that may have been happening for generations and saying, “It can stop here.”
Addiction doesn’t automatically get another generation. Abuse doesn’t automatically get another generation. Neglect, abandonment and rejection do not get to follow a child through the rest of their life simply because those things existed before we ever knew their name.
THAT is where I believe the spiritual battle gets real.
I’m going to take that child to therapy AND I’m going to pray over them. I’m going to learn everything I can about trauma AND I’m going to cover my home in prayer. I’m going to call the doctor when something isn’t right, advocate at school, show up at every appointment and do every practical thing I know to do.
And then I’m going to stand beside that child’s bed after they fall asleep and ask Jesus to heal the places none of those people, including me, can reach.
Those things don’t compete with each other.
I believe God uses doctors. I believe He uses therapists. I believe He gives people wisdom and puts the right people in our children’s lives.
And I also believe some battles are fought on our knees.
So yes, I pray over bedrooms. I pray over little heads while they sleep. I pray in the car after hard days. I pray while folding clothes, making dinner and sometimes while hiding in the bathroom because Mama needs five minutes before she loses her mind. 😂
This isn’t some perfectly peaceful Christian home where worship music plays all day and everyone gets along.
Please.
This house can be CRAZY.
But Jesus is here.
And there have been days when I have walked through this house and reminded the enemy that he picked the WRONG address if he thought the same brokenness was going to quietly keep moving through another generation.
Not here.
These babies have already been through enough.
Their trauma does not get to become their identity. What happened TO them does not get to decide who they become. The things adults did before they had any say in their own lives do not get to own their future.
I will fight for these children in courtrooms. I will fight for them at school. I will fight for services, therapies, medical care and whatever else they need.
And then I will come home and fight for them on my knees too.
Because foster care has taught me there are things I can fix, things professionals can help heal and things completely outside of my control.
Those are the places where I have learned to pray, “Jesus, You know. Go where I cannot go. Heal what I cannot heal. Break what I cannot break.”
I am not these children’s Savior.
Thank God I don’t have to be.
But I know who is.
And as long as God keeps trusting me to love children inside these walls, I’m going to keep doing everything I know to do in the natural while praying like crazy in the spiritual.
Because whatever happened before they came through my door does not get automatic access to their future.
The enemy doesn’t get the final word here.
Jesus does.
Every single time.