My life revolves around adoption. It is the reason I have a family and I’m quite certain, the reason God put me on this earth. I have a bleeding heart when it comes to children needing a family. Coming from a large brood myself, I cannot imagine having no one. No one to tuck you in at night. No one to call after a bad day, or to share your secrets with. No place to go home to for the holidays. And I firmly believe that God puts us in different places and situations for different reasons. Even if we don’t know at the time, or a year after or ten years after, why. Sometimes it can be hard to find the meaning in the midst of negative pregnancy tests, a house you don’t like, and bills that overflow. Sometimes it’s hard to see the meaning of each new day, when you’ve lost some one you love or your body has betrayed you yet again. And sometimes it’s even more difficult to find comfort.
And I certainly don’t have all the answers. Far, far from it to be truthful. But there are some things I can share. I know that the reason I couldn’t find a job in college was so I would find myself employed at a Children’s Home, where I would learn about foster care and motherless daughters. I know that my hubby’s job took me to a town I didn’t much care for so that we could find our three oldest-through a social worker and a dear friend. And I know that God brought us to the rainiest place in the U.S so that we would find the babe we had given up on ever having. I know these things, but that doesn’t make the road we traveled any less difficult. But it is easier now to look back and see the path, the reason for the bends in the road and the dead ends that seemed to pop up on a regular basis. But I also know that this journey isn’t over. And I’m trying to be faithful.
When I was 18 I left my home and went out into the third world, where I lived for a few short months in the heat of Africa. And I fell in love. My heart called to the children I saw playing in poverty, and those who cried over their empty bellies and street corner crib. I remember one boy in the market, who begged me for money and said that he had no mamma when I asked where she was. And I was told to look away. That it was likely a scam. That parents send their babes out into the street to claim abandonment and beg for money. And my the crevice in my heart opened wider. I promised that one day I would go back. My hubby and I often joke that he wont let me go volunteer in an orphanage because I either A: wouldn’t come back or B: would bring all the babes home with me. And he’s probably right. And right now, at this moment, I can’t go. I have babes who need me here. But I hope that in some way I can help. World Help is in Africa right now. They are building homes and caring for children. They are spreading the love of our Father and providing education. And they need our help. So I wonder, not knowing where you are right now, if maybe you were lead to this page because you have a gift. An opportunity and a chance to share, or the heart of a mamma for the lost. If you can, take a peak at their page. And maybe, together, we can change the path of child who so desperately needs it.
|Babies at the Uganda Rescue Home. Photo from World Help|