Missing Valerie

We were foster parents a while back. We had this very tough and manipulative foster daughter who grew into our hearts. We loved her soo much. She had stayed in our home longer than in any other home she had been in. She was really doing well and growing substantially, becoming more and more mature. Then we got the call. The agency wanted to meet with us. That's when we found out that they were going to send her to a group home. We were crushed. We begged them to change their minds and let her stay with us, but they wouldn't. So, she went.
The transition was harsh. The other girls at this group home were hardened, tough criminal like personalities that were nothing like our daughter. We spent many a night worrying and praying for deliverance. The nightmare grew. The longer she was there, the worse it got. There was even a time when one of the other girls had urinated all over her bed to "get back" at our daughter for some reason. Another time we received a call from her, she was crying. She explained that she feared for her safety. Several of the other girls had threatened her. It was becoming more and more unbearable. Is this what these foolish people thought would help? Is this "the best" for any child? Does the "state" really know what's best for the children in it, or is there a better choice?
I know this, so-called "home" turned a grateful, loving, and growing beautiful young girl into a thieving, kiniving, angry teen that was close to out of control. This poor creature was the victim of a couple of people who sought not the counsel of others, but relied on the arrogant, self-fulfilling, foolish so-called wisdom that is grounded deep in worldly philosophy and financial gain. What a waste of a life. I hold those who sent her to this place responsible for the outcome. After a time of her being in this place she was unapproachable. We, with tears in our eyes, had to leave her there on her own, we had lost her.
We miss her something fierce and hope she is okay. We think about her and pray for her regularly. She comes to my mind and I pray for her when I feel prompted to, knowing that God is taking care of her somewhere out there. If you get the inkling, pray for Valerie.