I wish every family would adopt one kid. I wish everyone could let down their barriers and drop their excuses and bring one kid into their world. I wish for that so desperately that I have to speak out. I have to advocate for the sweet babies that have spent far too many days in foster homes, shelters, on the street, in group homes, residential facilities, and orphanages. They all deserve to be in a family. Yep, Every. Single. One. And because I desire so badly for each one to be adopted I must speak. I must write. I must advocate. I must fight. Part of that involves just telling my (our) story. It's a good story. So far, it's a good story. It's hard sometimes but it's good. Not once, nope not one time, has God asked me to do something and said, "I want you to do this, and I'll make sure it's simple and easy and won't break your heart." Not once. BUT, He has said to me that He wants me to go. He wants me to go out into the world and do some stuff to save his children. His babies. And that He will equip me to do His work.
|Just a few short hours after we said, "Yes Lord".|
(to be continued)