Three years ago today, the children who would become our own came into our home. We all feel profoundly thankful that God decided to put all of us together.
On that day three years ago, none of us knew what to expect, and maybe that’s a good thing.
“Titanic changes come in life with little real preparation. One goes to bed for the last time in a room…and wakens the next morning to leave that location and the people there…’forever’? Continuity is a precious thing to human beings that needs caring for with thought and imagination. At times, however, there is no way of preserving continuity, and, without our knowing it, a day begins which is the ending of a complete chapter of life, as well as the beginning of a totally new one.”
-Edith Schaeffer (Emphasis mine)
That week, the way our family saw the world was changed forever. Our world view of what was important/not important was turned upside down. It takes time to adjust.
Looking back to that time, I remember that Michael was preaching through the book of Matthew. It turned out to be perfect timing. We could especially relate to the man in Matthew 13:44…it did feel crazy to attempt what we had reached for. It felt a little like selling all you have for the treasure buried in the field. People would talk. We would look silly. Our life wouldn’t make sense.
And to our great joy and relief, we found that it didn’t matter that much.
“Sometimes people are paralyzed by fear of failure. They are so afraid that they might do the wrong thing that they do nothing. We need to learn to err on the side of action, because we tend to default to negligence. So many won’t do anything unless they hear a voice from heaven telling them precisely what to do. Why not default to action until you hear a voice from heaven telling you to wait? For example: Why not assume you should adopt kids unless you hear a voice telling you not to? Wouldn’t that seem more biblical since God has told us that true religion is to care for the widows and orphans (James 1:27)?”
Currently, one of our child’s favorite songs is All the Poor and Powerless. This child is particularly loud, so I am confronted with the words of this song often, and with great gusto.
I love hearing that song.
All the poor and powerless
And all the lost and lonely
And all the thieves will come confess
And know that you are holy
I’ve had a concern over having our family defined by our choice to adopt. While we clearly feel that rescuing children is important, we want our lives to ultimately be all about loving and serving God. In any and every way we can.
Three years ago, that happened to look like changing our family structure. Who knows what’s coming next…