What would possess someone with 2 small toddlers and a medium-size special needs child to consider adopting? Let me explain. No, explaining would take too long. Let me sum up. It was God.
Our firstborn was born at 24 weeks. That he lived was a miracle, and years later I had twins at 24 weeks that only survived a few days. We started considering adoption after the twins were born, but my heart started really being wrecked for orphans several years ago. We prayed and we looked at the process, and then we got intimidated by the process and quit. After that, I spent about 2 years on bed rest and had 2 more preemies.
In the 3 years of relative peace following their births, I again found my heart so desperate to find the heart of God for orphans. I would weep while I heard stories of rescued ones, babies who had almost been aborted, or who had been snatched from foster care or overseas orphanages and placed in families. I started to get a picture of redeeming destinies.
I won’t be terribly theological here, since I’m not terribly theological. In the next weeks, I will talk about what God says about orphans, and what He says about adoption, but for today, I’ll talk about my own journey.
I began to ask myself questions- questions like why wouldn’t I take in a child that needed a home? I would think about my 8 passenger minivan (with 5 passengers), my 6 seater table, my dedication to convenience and comfort…
I had to start asking, could I handle one more? Not so much could I introduce one child to luxury- more along the lines of could I make an extra sandwich, an extra bed? Did I have the capacity to hug one more? Comfort starts looking pretty silly when you think about children without homes.
The thing is, I want to be pro-life, really pro-life. I don’t want to fall into the same patterns of thinking- I’m busy, I’m tired, I’m broke… Those are not valid reasons to close our doors.
I was deeply impacted by a post here on Moral Outcry: A Good Question, and by the life of Derek Loux, as he and his wife Renee stretched their arms wide and taught what it looks like to love beyond your boundaries.
In January of this year, as my husband and I stood in front of a giant abortion center in our hometown of Houston, praying for the ending of abortion, we finally felt a unified “Go for it!” and so we did. More about that next week…