We’ve been asked by a number of people recently if we’re adopting.
I suppose that should be expected when you start hanging around at orphan care ministry events and leaving books like Orphanology on your coffee table.
And really, the Lord’s doing something BIG in the hearts of a lot of people as far as orphan care goes. Everywhere I look families are adopting or in the process and it’s beautiful and thrilling and a stunning picture of our identity in Christ.
I know this one thing. Orphan care is much bigger than adoption. That’s just one of the many pieces to the puzzle. An enormous, beautiful and crazy necessary piece, I will say that. But, while there are 143 million orphans worldwide (and that’s the low estimate), only a fraction of those children are free to be adopted.
However, all of them are in need of gospel driven, outrageous love.
This might just ruffle some feathers, but I truly believe that we are ALL called to orphan care.
It’s just next to impossible to feel that calling in our padded American lives at times. But, if we really stopped to pray and listen, I believe we’d hear it. The call to step up, in some way.
It is, however, supposed to look different for everyone. Some may be called to give, some may be called to visit. Others are called to run alongside those that are adopting. There’s also the geographical component. Some are called to minister to orphans in various ways halfway around the world, but others are called to raise their gaze and notice the orphans in our own communities. Or on the outskirts of them.
Orphan care is meant to be one big, beautifully messy business of everyone praying for wisdom and not turning away and calling it someone else’s problem.
It’s been a learning process for our family as we’ve dealt with what it looks like for us personally to address the needs of orphans placed in front of our gaze.
I really didn’t know all that much when I first felt the burden to DO something. My eyes were open, I could see faces of children as if they were my own.
And that’s about the time that I realized, they’re all HIS own.
Amidst this awakening, I did wrongly first assume we were being called to adopt. Seemed logical in my new to orphan care mind. When my husband did not feel that calling at all, I knew I needed to pray for guidance on how to respond to the burden that felt hot and heavy and pressing on this mama’s heart.
And slowly, step by step, the path is being revealed.
We’re sure not aware of what’s at the end, but we are, for the most part, confident in where we are at the moment.
We are in the end stages of being licensed for foster care and could be receiving placement calls any day now!
While my heart for places halfway around the world is huge, Uganda in particular, the Lord has grown our awareness and passion for needs in our very own town.
He’s called us clearly to step up and do things that weren’t on our radar all that long ago.
We’re trying to cozy up with the unknown.
As far as how things will flesh out and what a number of things are meant to look like, it’s a matter of prayer.
We’re looking at the guidelines we once thought were absolutes and praying for wisdom as to whether they’re wise, God directed boundaries for our family or put up by us out of fear. We want to be sure to not say “yes” to a calling, but then devise safety nets for ourselves that could potentially end up keeping us from being exactly where God desires. Because really, nothing’s safer than being in the center of His plan for our family. No matter how scary it can seem from the outside.
So. Join us as we pray for wisdom? Okay, thanks friends.
Although we will be adding children to our home, this hasn’t been like announcing a pregnancy. We’ve found this whole business a bit odd as there are no clear expectations on our part and really no cute pics to show. In the past, I’ve posted pictures of things like my growing baby belly and nurseries being decorated to announce and mark the next stages for our family.
But for this?! I suppose I could post pics of us sitting in the doctor’s office, all 4 getting required physicals. Or of the night we tore our house apart trying to find our marriage license. (In a ziploc, labeled “important” in the last possible file we thought to check.) Or chugging caffeine at one of the trainings we’ve attended. Or me, spazzing out, on “nesting” overdrive preparing for any number of government workers to swing by for a visit.
As far as pics of the “nursery”, we’re contemplating how best to house another child(ren?) in our home. The very home I swore was too “cozy” when we were pregnant with our second. Ha! We have a spare room, but it’s currently home to crafts galore. Packed away they go!
So, join us in prayer, friends. For our family as we seek His guidance and for the amazing work that’s He’s doing worldwide and in our very own backyards through all kinds of people.