If you knew me, sat down for a cup of tea on my comfy sofa, soon you would learn I have a passion for children. It spills out of my heart and into my actions on a regular basis. Serving children on the mission field. Equipping children to change their world. Reaching a generation. My heartbeat and His.
When a child is involved, this mama bear tends to wage war. Let's just say I'm roaring today and bearing my teeth. I'm tired of playing nice. It's time to dust off the army boots and stomp into the battle. The best part, we already know who wins. A cross and an empty tomb ensure the real victory.
This battle in my heart began in an AIDS orphanage in Kenya. Peter forever changed my life with his smile and innocence being ravaged by a crazy disease he had no part in. We began the long process of adoption through Ethiopia. My heart began to beat wild as I battled for the children on the waiting list, praying and standing for them. We took a break from our adoption when we returned to the US from the mission field, called to a time of rest. My prayers continued to battle.
One particular precious one grabbed my heart. He survived a premature birth. On my knees for him instantly as I heard. God has plans for this little guy. A family matched. All paperwork passed. Some setbacks that we bulldozed through in the heavenly realms. Everything cleared. Waiting for the final call to come and take him home.
And now, a child blessed beyond measure with a mommy and daddy waiting for him. A family that knows my Jesus and will raise him. They wait. I stand with them, for far too long. Now this ... investigations, possible ending to international adoption from their country, children waiting for a home. Time to wage some serious warfare.
Care to find your battle fatigues and join me? These children have no voice but ours.