“The usual dreams, the usual schemes…”
– The Lightning Seeds, “Waiting for Today to Happen”
We finished it all! Katie and I got CPR/First aid certified this morning, and all that is left now is the home study where the caseworkers come and interview us at length in our home. After that, we could literally receive a call at anytime, in an hour or in a week or in a month.
The time has gone by both quickly and slowly, if you know what I mean. Katie and I discussed adoption as an option we were both open to for a long time and over the past few years it has simmered on the back burner, at times getting hotter and at times cooling off again. Eventually we made the decision to move forward with the application process for foster-adoption, and we have completed it after one very intense month.
Multiple times we have asked ourselves whether we can handle what we might face, and the answer is “we don’t know”, but unless we try, we will never know. Unless we at least try to sincerely give ourselves to others, to these children, and open our hearts and family to love them, we won’t know whether it was worth it or not.
Ultimately, we believe that this is a call from God, and that He will give us grace to endure whatever sufferings await us, just as He does in every aspect of our life. You can’t escape suffering in this life, no matter how rich you are nor how clever nor how many pills you take. The only true “way out” is through the Cross: Christ’s and the one He asks us each to carry, and it is the best way.
With great risk comes the possibility of great reward, however. We could bunker down and cling tight to whatever possessions we have, materially and spiritually, and not risk them by opening up our lives to others, to these poor, abused children, but in doing so we would stagnate and eventually wither and dry up. Who wants that? Instead, God offers us radical love and calls us to love others radically, and what we are given in return is a sharing in His own life and boundless love.
I’ve thought a lot about how us adopting mirrors the Father’s adoption of us. What a mess I had made of my life by age 20, and yet the Father adopted me as his son, in his Son, with all my problems, all my baggage, all my sins through which I hurt our Lord. If God adopted me and gave me a new birth, a new life in the Holy Spirit, what a gift it would be for me to do the same for a child!
We’ll keep you posted on what happens next…
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