Did you read the blog post Where is the mommy-war for the motherless child?” on Rage Against the Minivan. It reminds me once again why we continue to wait for this little one that we don’t yet know. It reminds me that when every fiber of my being wants to throw in the towel that it’s not an option. I’m committed to giving a voice to the voiceless.
A voice proclaims…
You matter.
You deserve a chance to be loved, cherished and embraced in a family of your very own.
Society may see you as just another statistic of poverty and HIV/AIDs, but you are a child of God…set apart, chosen and beautiful.
You are worth fighting for. You really are.
You are worth all the tears cried in my wait to bring you home.
And I’ll keep waiting…
And the beauty in it all…I know that God comes beside me.
Over and over in the Scriptures, He gives a voice to those that don’t have one and bids us to do the same.
And I know deep in my bones that throwing in the towel is not an option. I want to be right where God has called me…
even when it’s uncomfortable,
exhausting,
when I’m dragging my heels,
kicking and screaming.
I could choose the less bumpy, self-directed, more familiar path and yet I’d always look back and wonder…what did I miss in my quest to be comfortable?
May we embrace the not-knowing, wash-board alley of life. Remembering that Christ is shaping and molding our hearts to be more like his. Let it not be about me.
