Today I’m thrilled to introduce Restoration Threads, a business started by Haley Coons that not only sells beautifully-designed products, but uses its voice and profits to benefit foster care organizations each month. Through their work I have learned about so much of the work going on right now in the foster care space, and I continue to be inspired by Haley and her business each month. Before you even read this interview, head over to her website today and see how you can support foster care simply by wearing a t-shirt or even engaging with her social media feed! And now, I’ll let Haley tell you all about how she began and what has driven her to use her business for GOOD.
If you’ve been following me for awhile you know I have a heart for foster care and organizations that serve the vulnerable and voiceless. In what I hope to become a monthly series, today I want to introduce you to We are the Echo, an organization that engages with foster care in Hampton Roads, from working with foster parents to helping social workers. Listen to their story, hear their heart, and find out how you can get involved.
Tell me a little about yourself and your family.
We have five kids ranging in age from 16 down to 2 years, the youngest two coming into the family through adoption. We’re originally from Alabama, but have lived in Virginia for the last seven years. We love our life here, spending any free time at the beach or in the water. We’ve been in ministry for more than 20 years, Randall as a worship and associate pastor and Kelley in family ministries…
It was a weird night to begin with. Willow, who consistently goes down around 7:45, wouldn’t stop crying. She wasn’t sick or teething and there was nothing ‘wrong’ - she was just wide awake. We both went in countless times over the course of an hour to comfort her, and finally we gave up and just got her out of bed. She toddled around the living room, completely exhausted and very uncoordinated, but still not wanting to go to sleep. It wasn’t until about 9:45 that we finally put her back in bed and, after a little crying, she gave up.
Not 5 minutes later my phone started buzzing and I saw it was our social worker. I quickly showed Nathan and we knew what it meant - a placement call was coming. It wasn’t our first call, but it was definitely later than we expected!
She explained the situation to us. There was a middle school aged boy who needed a home for just one night. We were the last people she called, since we had decided during the process that the oldest child we would be open to right now is elementary school aged. This is for a lot of different reasons which I won’t get into here, but she knew she was asking a bit more of us than she wanted…