I’m sitting here in my lovely house with a few rare moments of quiet. One napping, one having quiet time, one off to Home Depot with Daddy for kids project morning.
My mind has been on the fatherless a lot today. Mostly thinking about the families who haven’t said yes to them yet. Not the families who have not received the adoption call, rather the families who have and are still paralyzed by fear of movement.
I can’t say I understand fear of movement. I’m a move now think later person. This is good and bad, but that’s not the point. The point is, I can’t say I sympathize with or understand initial fear of movement. However, I’ll be glad to
push help you off the cliff!
I do understand fear. We’ve said yes to a second adoption, just a few short months after our son’s homecoming. And now my fears are crawling in. I’m afraid we won’t have enough money, I’m afraid she might have a really hard time adjusting, I’m afraid of hospitals, medical bills and all that comes with an adoption involving special needs. I would be lying to say I don’t face these fears daily.
But my fear is not greater than our calling. When God has placed something deeply in your heart, so deeply that you can’t function without it surfacing you must take action. I know so many who have been called to respond to the orphan epidemic through adoption and are still waiting. May I just say that there will never be more money, more economic certainty or more time to become a saint of a parent. Things will not change so drastically that it will be easy to say yes. No one will magically deposit 34K into your savings account.
If this is your path it will come to completion. Despite your flaws, despite your bank account, despite what your extended family thinks. So do yourself a favor, start moving, start exploring and start saying yes. No matter the cost.