I hope to adopt one day. If you know me well enough, you already knew that. If not, well, now you do. My heart’s desire is to adopt a little boy from Africa and a little Asian girl… and maybe another. :) If the Lord allows me to do so, whether married or single, I plan to take that huge, life-changing step of faith.
“Every miracle always begins with the first ordinary step of faithfulness.” – Ann Voskamp
I’m not sure what my little miraculous adoption journey will look like, or how I’ll afford it, or when it will happen, but I’m ready for whenever He says “now”, and I hope to think that I’m ready for if He says “no”.
I was reading an article the other day from Mark Hall of Casting Crowns where he was discussing the adoption of his little girl from China. I wasn’t expecting God to convict me like He did as I read the article. In a mere five words, He broke my heart for how I have treated Him.
What did you learn during the process?
Hall: The biggest spiritual lesson God taught me happened once I got to China. People had warned me that a lot of these little girls have never even seen a man before so they’re a little shy about dads. I mentally prepared myself for this. Hope bonded pretty quickly to Melanie. She would let me give her things but if I tried to pick her up she would cry.
That was pretty tough. After six days of not being able to hold her, I said: “God, we’ve come halfway around the world, we’ve given of ourselves, we’ve given of our resources, I’m doing everything I can and she won’t let me hold her. All she’ll let me do is just give her stuff, but she won’t let me hold her.”
In that moment, God said to me, “So how does it feel?”
God reminded me that He paid the highest price. He came to me and pulled me out of my abandonment, out of my little pit that I’d dug for myself. He rescued me, and now it’s as though it’s a hassle for me to find time to spend with Him.
He showed me this is what being a daddy is about; you’re going to be there until she wants you. The day we got home was the first day she let me hold her. Now she’s running to me with her arms in the air.
The Lord found me. He rescued me from the consequences of my sin. He saved my life. Shouldn’t that be enough?
Years ago, the Lord gave me an illustration of the importance of knowing Him. He brought it to mind again today.
Imagine you are drowning. Kicking and screaming and fighting for breath with all of your might, but you cannot reach the surface. The current is too strong. It keeps pulling you back down. Finally, after struggling and fighting on your own, through the blur of chaos, you see a figure coming towards you. As you move in and out of consciousness, you feel arms of safety wrap around you. You are pulled to the surface and gasping for breath. You are safe.
In all reality, you could never repay that person who saved you. But you would want to show your gratitude, wouldn’t you? You would want to spend time with them, get to know them, and be there for them. You would never ask anything from them again. After all, isn’t the new chance at life they gave you enough?
Jesus Christ jumped into my drowning life, wrapped His arms of safety around me, and pulled me to the surface, giving me a new life. A life where His arms will never let go. I will never drown again. I can risk jumping into life with Him, because He’s got me. He’s holding me.
So why do I ask Him for more? He’s done ENOUGH. HE is ENOUGH.
May I be satisfied in His mercies. May I live in His grace. May I spend my life wrapped in His arms, never struggling to be free or asking for more, but filled with joy at the thought that He alone is all that I need.
“But He said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” 2 Corinthians 12:9