*Linking with Lisa-Jo for Five Minute Friday. You have five minutes to write. Period.*
We hear people tell us how big a heart we have for having adopted. How unselfish we are and how lucky our children are to have us.
Sometimes I try to set them straight. Sometimes I just shake my head.
But always, I remember this…
Because we have learned to seek God’s wisdom no matter how obvious the choice may seem, when the call came that a baby girl needed a momma and a daddy, as much as our hearts thumped wildly inside of our chests, we asked for a day to pray. To ask for 24 hours was tortuous when all we wanted was to run out to get her.
But we did.
And we prayed.
And as I laid face-down in the room that would eventually become the nursery, I cried out for wisdom and courage to become what I had been dreaming of becoming for several years: a mom.
I opened my Bible to my favorite book and my eyes fell quickly on these verses:
“Father to the fatherless, defender of widows- this is God, whose dwelling is holy. God places the lonely in families; he sets the prisoners free and gives them joy” (Psalm 68:5-6, NLT).
I felt the answer wash over me.
Yes, there was a fatherless baby girl. Yes, God was lovingly caring for her life through the adoption agency. And yes, this would be our baby. But you see, the reason we are not saints with big hearts, unselfish people who just wanted to help someone is because the ones who needed most desperately to be placed in a family, the lonely ones the verses speak of…that was us, not her.