Editor’s Note: For privacy reasons, names and certain details have been changed. These stories are shared by former houseparents who have served at various children’s homes to offer insight, encouragement, and prayer for those considering this role. To respect the privacy of the children in these stories, we use artistic depictions rather than real photos.
The Swing: Tyler’s Story
Tyler was just six when he came into care, and fear seemed to follow him everywhere.
He was afraid of loud noises. Afraid of new people. Afraid to go outside.
The backyard had a small swing set. It sat there quietly for days, untouched. One afternoon, I asked Tyler if he wanted to come outside with me. He hesitated—but nodded.
I gently lifted him into the swing. He gripped the chains tightly.
“It’s okay,” I told him. “I’m right here.”
I started pushing—just a little.
After a few minutes, he whispered, “I didn’t think I could do this.”
“You don’t have to do it alone,” I said.
And for the first time, he smiled.
By the end of the week, he was asking to swing by himself.
Progress doesn’t always come with a celebration or a milestone. Sometimes, it comes quietly—with a whisper, a push, and someone standing behind you.
Father, we thank You for the gentle victories—for children like Tyler who learn to trust again, one small step at a time. We pray for houseparents with patient hearts and steady hands, who are willing to push swings, hold fears, and stay present in the quiet progress. Lord, raise up new families to fill the empty homes and love the kids who are still waiting. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.