Last fall the Lord really began to speak the word "radical" to both Brent and I. We weren't sure what He was asking us to do, but one thing was for sure...We knew how blessed we were and we knew that we were not doing enough to share these blessings with others. Therefore, we began questioning why we had been so blessed, why others around the world had not, and what we could do to share God's love with them. I remember thinking, "are we supposed to sell everything and live like we had nothing so that we could give it all to the poor?" Scary thoughts huh...Well we knew that was a little too extreme, but then again the word was "radical."
Our neighbors...Tristan (adopted domestically, Lainey, Sammy (in front of Lainey), Miklene (adopted from Haiti) and Elijah (adopted domestically). The oldest 2 from Haiti did not want to come out for the pic :-)
Although I was feeling pulled to start the adoption process, Brent was a little unsure. It wasn't that he didn't want to, he was just scared of the timing. After all, things were going really good with our family so why "upset the applecart"? Our youngest was out of diapers and finally able to "do" things. However, isn't it just like God to shake things up when we get a little too comfortable? Brent agreed that I could do some initial investigation and research. It didn't take long for Brent to come around. God used some divine appointments and even more importantly our oldest daughter to soften Brent's heart.
Accepting the Call
Once we were on the same page and said yes to our "RADICAL" calling, we felt a huge sense of relief coupled with great anxiety. I equated it to the feeling that you have when you find out you are pregnant. Three different times we had experienced having children biologically, however, this time it was a totally different situation. This time we found ourselves longing for and loving a child, not in my belly, but somewhere on the other side of the world...