As we approach the holidays, I find myself dreaming about a house full of kids someday. I think every parent or parent-to-be does the same on these long winter days.
Andrew and I have talked many times about adoption. I know that it's something we'd like to do, but it's hard to imagine when we could do it. We're still so young, but there are so many children we could help. Lots of questions fill my mind when I consider this, but I feel like it's really something we're called to do. Why on EARTH would God lead us to this very large house in a very safe community if we weren't called to do something with it? No brainer.
However, I'm only 25 and most of the children out there who need homes are adolescents. Of course I'd love to give them a home and a family. It breaks my heart to think of any child without parents to love and guide them. When I look at Lucy, I often think, "What would she be without us?" I can't imagine how lost she'd feel without her mama to pull her out of bed with a smile every morning and her daddy to kiss her into bed at night. It hurts my heart to fall asleep at night knowing that there are children in this world hoping for homes while my friends and neighbors have empty bedrooms and a plan for 2.5 children.
Of course we don't have the money to adopt a houseful of children. But doesn't that sort of thing come to you when you're truly called to do it? I don't worry about that. When I imagine our family in 20 years, I don't see a line of redheads or a gaggle of girls. I see children of all ages, all races, all cultures and all circumstances. I don't know how they'll get to us, but I know we're meant for much, much more than our family of four.
