I am starting my Journal with this saying as I feel that it sums up the heart of the experience of a carer, a care taker. I thought I had heard from God - I was using my gifts for God - singing and leading praise and worship as directors of a christian church in Sydney alongside my guitarist husband. I had gone to Uni to become a nurse so that I could "go" with my husband on mission trips to help people with medical outreach. I was working at a cardiac unit for children in Sydney. I had 3 children of my own, I had started a not for profit to provide resources for Solomon Islands community (we were living in Sydney Australia) and I had followed my passion for helping others that led me to service in the Parramatta Lions Club in Sydney as a Director and President. then something shook my world pretty much. My own beautiful mum passed quite suddenly with Pancreatic Cancer. Life is precious. A gift that we are given. Was I where I was meant to be and doing what I should be doing. Then our foster daughter came into our lives. We were approached by the foster agency if we would consider taking in a child that was fully dependent for all cares. We were nurses. We kind of had an idea what was involved. If not us? Who? It was a huge ask. I knew that our life would have to change to cater for this little princess' needs. I replied we need to pray about this. I felt that God asked me to "trust him". When you feel that God says "trust me". what do you do? It has been almost 11 years now and our foster daughter will be 15 this year. till next time... Find me on The Creative Hearts Collective at Skool