Eventually, though, I understood that I was meant to say
HERE I AM.
I WILL GO.
Guess what? The same thing happened to my husband. We didn’t talk about it until one day, months and months later, I told him I needed to talk to him about something. And he said, “I know what it’s about.” Turns out he had been ignoring the same thing for a long time as well.
It was clear in the next several moments that we needed to say yes.
To what? To opening our homes, hearts, and lives to give a family to a boy who has none. To show him a love he has never had before, and to teach him the source of that love.
Soon, likely in the next six months, we will once again become parents. To a 13 year old boy who currently lives in Beijing, China.
We have very few answers, other than an overwhelming peace with the decision. We trust in God, our Creator and Protector. We have the resources and the time to make this happen.
Our lives will never be the same. And we can’t wait.
This doesn't make us awesome, just willing. In the moment that we were called to be used, we were given the courage to say yes. Even after all the denials, the ignoring, and the running away, God was patient. And persistent. And He still wanted to use us, even in our brokenness. So now, we are blessed to be a part of His unending love for His children.
All of them.