A Moment Cherished: .I'll Find a Way to Get to You.

I had never given adoption a thought. Nor had I thought about my responsibility to care for orphans.

Adoption was weird.

It was for families who could not have children of their own. {cringe}

I had two beautiful children.

We were a picture perfect family with one girl, one boy, and we were essentially doing our best living out the American dream.

Then the gospel came crashing down on my head.

I began hearing about Christians adopting.

About the orphan crisis.

About the parallel between our redemption and adoption by God and the redemption of physical adoption.

I watched videos.

I started to shed tears for the 147 million plus orphans around the world.

I realized in a whole new way how God had come for me when I was needy, lost, orphaned.

I can still remember the Sunday School class last winter, where the Holy Spirit whispered truth into my heart (and funny enough it had nothing to do with the Sunday School class! But rather I was still and quiet, and my heart had become soft enough). My heart raced, my palms grew sweaty, and I knew that God has chosen our family for the amazing blessing of adoption.

I feel so undeserving. This journey has been one of my biggest joys in this lifetime.

Despite the pain, the fear, the strange looks....

looking into the face of my son makes me realize all I could have missed.

And now I will do anything, I will find a way to get to Jamesy, to bring him home, into his family.

If you feel that still, small voice tugging at your heart. Just stop, listen, and obey. It's worth it. It is so worth it.