Written on 4/7…
Over the past few days, I have really started to grasp the weight of what we are doing. Some may think we’re crazy for going through with this. For having three kids so close in age. For becoming a transracial family. For accepting the risks that come with adopting from Africa and especially from a country that has only recently opened up to adoptions. For trusting that God will provide the funds needed to bring our son home.
I am not naïve, and I don’t think I’m dumb. I know what we are doing is huge and risky and costly.
But the truth remains that we are not called to live an “easy” life. Christ did not die a tortuous death on the cross for me to live a comfortable little life in my white suburban bubble*. No, he poured out His life for us so that I could, in turn, pour my life out for others.
So, yes. We will be bringing a little African baby boy into our family and calling him our own. He may have developmental delays. He may disrupt our norm. Our family may get stares in the grocery store. But he will be ours. No longer an orphan. Loved and cherished forever.
*Note: I don’t think there’s anything inherently wrong with living a comfortable life, nor do I hate white people or suburbia (Puhleeze! Just look at me!). I just think that Americans in general need to get off their spoiled hineys and actually do something meaningful with their lives. Okay, I feel much better now.