Let the Little Children Come

It hit me like a ton of bricks. That’s how God works, sometimes. Once in a while He lays an idea of His on our hearts and gives us some time to stew on it and think it over, and other times He just hits us over the head with it so we know without a doubt- this is what we are supposed to do. Ok, God, here I am. Let’s do this.
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Just as we’re settling in to this amazing new place and enjoying His bountiful blessings, thinking it would be at least 3 years before we’d be someplace long enough to adopt again and feeling very good and confident about ‘my’ plan I had asked God to bless. Bam. The idea blossomed this way…At a homeschool co-op meeting last Friday, I actually met someone with MORE little ones than I have. She has 3 three year olds, a two year old and an infant-plus a 6 and 7 year old. Three of her little boys were adopted from Africa. I kept seeing this lady around town- at the commissary with all her children (and I thought WOW, she has a lot of kids…and then I realized that I actually have the same number of children!!), Joey saw her in the PX…she just kept coming around and dropping this crazy idea into my head that I would try to push away…all those sweet little African boys. After spending a morning with the three three-year-olds in the co-op class, I was just smitten with her one little Congolese boy. I came home and had to start researching adoptions from the Congo. However, the Congo is now closed to adoptions. So was every other country in Africa I could find through our previous agency and others. Double Whew. It must just be my crazy idea and NOT God’s. I started to breathe a sigh of relief. However, I just couldn’t shake this sudden idea. I started praying and asking the Lord to show me a Scripture that would tell me this was His idea, and not mine, if it indeed were. Before I even opened my Bible, the only verse that kept coming into my head was “Let the little children come to me, and do not forbid them, for such is the kingdom of heaven.” Ok, God. That clearly doesn’t really apply here, so I must just be thinking of a verse from the kids repetitious Bible songs video. That evening a new and dear Sister in Christ came over for dinner and to spend the evening having a game night with our kids. She told me the story of how she and her husband started their family, when they gave their timeline of when they thought they should start having children over to the Lord, and allowed him to give them children and decide the spacing of them. She said she and her husband just prayed, and the only verse they both kept hearing the Lord tell them was “Let the little children come…” oh boy. That was the verse I had been thinking of just that morning in regards to this potential adoption. I think I am starting to get the message loud and clear. Even though it must not be Africa right now, a child somewhere is waiting for a family…our family. Someone must be praying fervently for a specific little child to find his or her forever home. And, what is more of a twist that I never thought I would EVER want to do…adopt an older child. It always sounded so scary, and so risky, but the Lord is teaching me that when we follow His ways, only then will we have a perfect peace that passes all understanding. So, we are taking the risk. Stepping out in faith and trying not to waiver in obedience to His call of radical, crazy love.