Adoption that is. I was talking to a dear friend of mine a little while ago on the phone. It had been a while since we had spoken. Normally it’s about once a month. It has been months and months. I only thought about it when she was working or it was late. I called today…she had forgotten we were adopting. I’m still sure she doesn’t remember what country we’re adopting from. Once we got to adoption talk, her phone had a lot of static and it was annoying so we agreed to talk tomorrow.
We were talking about homeschooling. I reminded her Alexander wasn’t going to be my first ginuea pig, Mayah would be. “Mayah?” “Yes, Mayah, she ought to be home by then.” “You’re still going through with that, huh?” “Nope. We decided it was too much work, and then we realized we didn’t have the money so we decided forget it.” I DON’T THINK SO. Once we got to the part where she was wondering when we’d be completing it, that’s when the phone got funny. (no, it’s not ironic) But she’ll really flip when she finds out it’s likely we’re not stopping at one. Most people we know will flip. It’s wonderfully comforting to know we needn’t rely on the thoughts and opinions of man. God’s thoughts are higher than ours, as well as His ways. And adoption, well it’s His way.
It’s not a mullet, we didn’t change our minds, it wasn’t a fad. In fact, it’s more like the flu, exhausting yet contagious…and yes sometimes you feel like vomiting during the adoption process.
I imagine once it’s all said and done and Mayah is home, getting comfortable in her new surroundings and my friend and her husband come to meet their new “Granddaughter” they’ll be amazed and eyes will be opened to a whole different world. A world where children are left alone, all alone, no one to comfort them in the middle of the night, no nuzzles, no hot chocolate after sled riding on a beautiful winter afternoon, no love. Drugs? Yes, some get drugs. Handcuffs? Yes, some get handcuffed to their crib rails. Food? Of course, sometimes once a day. But the taste never changes, no colors, no flavor, just mush. Maybe, just maybe will they even begin to question if God really does exist.
Hebrews 11:1 defines it as, “…faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of thigns not seen.” (NKJV)