A kick square in the groin...(ooff)

Just as life gets comfortable and one can relax, is would seem that out of no where a good solid quick kick in the groin comes out of no where. Normally a hit in the breadbox will knock the wind out of me. I would catch my breath, stand up and dust myself off and be on my marry way. The kick to the proverbial groin not only knocks the wind out of mean, knocks me to the ground and leave a distinct taste of pennies in my mouth, but also leaves me twitching on the ground in the prenatal position.

To what am I referring? I just got news that our foster is leaving in less than three weeks. I am almost outraged. Currently I feel more anger than anything. (when the self imposed statues of limitations are lifted I will explain all the background and detail on her story) Needless to say, I believe that every consideration has been taken into account, except hers. I truly believe that her psyche, spirit is truly in jeopardy. I that the decision makers in her life are making her disappear out of their lives conveniently, 350 miles away from her home and family. Though all be it they are sending her away to more family, but still away from the people she calls mom and dad.

Even better, is there is absolutely nothing I can do about it, either legally or ethically. I don't know what God has in store for our family. I sense a looming loss... a wound which will not be easily healed. So, as I struggle with myself over this, I can only hope that God will intervene on her behalf, because it seems He is the only one that can... God help me.