I have had a passion for working with kids since I can remember. As a little girl, I always “mothered” younger kids. When I was in high school my parents became licensed foster parents, and our home became a revolving door for kids over the next few years. From that moment on I knew that I would become a foster parent one day and be a safe place for kids who needed one.

I married and had children of my own young, pushing my dream of becoming a foster parent to the back burner. After my divorce, God reminded me of that calling He had put on my heart 16 years prior. And while I tried to argue with Him, giving him one million reasons why it wasn’t the right time…Being a single mother of three, in a house with no extra bedrooms is at the top of that list. I conceded that His timing was better than my own. So I dove in head first!

Colt & I (Amanda) married in 2004.  Early in our marriage, James 1:27-Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress…was a scripture we could, nor wanted to ignore.  We helped in various ways, but the vision of something more was given to me.  I had what I would call a Holy Spirit induced idea of what I had no better words for other than a group home.  But not a group home that had any negative connotation attached to it. My dream group home, would consist of parents who loved and are called to care for kids, nothing like Miss Hannigan who mistreated Annie.  Our life continued to roll and while the idea came to surface many times, it didn’t feel like now was the time.