I’ve thought a lot about what I should write. I still don’t know. We’ve been foster care parents for two weeks today. It feels like a million years. I need a place to land my chaotic mess of weary thoughts swirling around in my mind. But I don’t have the time or energy to explain any of them. All I know is this: The world is broken. People are broken. I expected this to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done-but it’s more than that. I find it chipping away at my soul. Eating me, tearing me apart, breaking me…