
09/29/2025
Nobody talks about the unseen heroes of foster care.
The ones who never asked for it. Who did not sign up. Who got drafted the moment their parents said yes.
The foster siblings.
The kids who share their toys, their bedrooms, their space, but most of all, their parents.
They know what it feels like when Mom’s arms are full of a baby who isn’t theirs. They know what it is like when Dad has to step out because another child is falling apart. They know the sting of waiting just a little longer because someone else’s needs came first.
And yet they also know what it is like to stand in the gap. To be the steady hand. The quiet voice. The safe person in the middle of chaos. To give love that is raw, real, and unfiltered.
Foster siblings do not get training. They do not get paychecks. They do not get someone checking in on their hearts. But they show up anyway. Faithfully. Quietly. With everything they have.
It costs them something. Sometimes it costs everything. The world does not see the way they lay down their own comfort for another child’s healing. The way they open their hearts knowing it could mean goodbye tomorrow.
So today I want to say it out loud: foster siblings are heroes too.
Without them, this calling would be half as strong. Without them, the kids who walk through our doors would miss the laughter, the friendship, the kind of belonging only another child can give.
They share their parents. They share their homes. They share their whole worlds. And in doing it, they show Jesus.
Unseen by most. But never, ever unseen by God.