Jude's Mom

I wonder if I could love a child that is not my own as if it were my own. Would that love come naturally and as fiercely? Would I have to try? Or would it be effortless, as it is now? My husband compares the adoption of children to the adoption of us. God adopted us into His family and redeemed us through His Son. Adopting a child reflects His character and His grace both to the child and to the world. But I fear I wouldn’t love an adopted child the same. Yet again, there is God’s grace to do that which he commands us to do…to care for orphans. So faith comes in believing his Word, obeying his commands, and surrendering my own fear and anxiety. It is what I have seen, this dream to fill a house with children unwanted by others. And I see it becoming reality through the tears of my husband shed for the unborn children and the heartbroken, unwanted children of the world.

Lord, I pray for a home that we can fill with children. I pray for grace and an abundance of love overflowing. I pray you will prepare the children you would have us raise and prepare us to raise them. Lead us in occupation, finances, and a church community that will help us and encourage us. Help us not be timid or fearful, but help us surrender all to further your kingdom and be your salt and light.

Yep. I’m Jude’s mom. And I think. A lot. My son is three months old now; he’s my first child. My brain is always going and very rarely does it rest. This will by my thought depository.