Good Question. And one I’ve been getting a lot lately.
Once upon a time I fell in love with Africa. I had never been there, and I didn’t know anyone from there… but for some reason a small piece of my heart devoted itself to a land far away. In college I sought an opportunity to serve there as a missionary. It never came to fruition. Once married, my husband and I talked about going there as missionaries, I was in seminary, and that also failed to take place. These things didn’t fail to happen because we didn’t act on them, God simply led us down another path. That path led us to Nashville where we had our second child and began to think about how we would continue to shape our family. We had talked about adoption as an option for our family and our hearts were convicted to pursue the next member of our family through such means. A domestic adoption never came to our minds (at that time). We talked about China a bit, but Africa weighed heavily on my heart. We prayed about the adoption. We prayed about where. God whispered in my ear, “don’t forget Africa.” And I haven’t.
The needs of Ethiopia’s children are great. They are hungry, they are orphans due to disease and famine. They need families. The needs of America’s children are great. They are hungry too. They need families too. They are in my heart as well. This is the first child we will adopt, and probably not the last. So don’t worry, those of you who question our international choice, we haven’t forgotten about our homeland. This is only the first of many journeys. And let me pose this question in response to yours: Is a child in need any less important or worthy of a family simply because they come from another country?
Perhaps you remember this song: Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world. They are precious in His sight.