Why, Why, Why?

I/we have been asked this numerous times in the last few weeks. So why? Why do you want to adopt?


I have had adoption on my heart since I was a teenager. I have a sister that is three years older than me that was adopted. She was adopted through a domestic adoption within a few days after her birth. We are two very different people. "Night and day different" as my parents would explain when we were kids. She is musical, artistic, and a perfectionist. I, on the other hand, love music but, can't play a thing or sing on key, make stick men look bad, and can be very lax-a-daisy! However, we are family and love our differences and enjoy each other's company. It has always broke my heart to think what if she hadn't found her forever family and what if she wasn't a part of our lives.


I have been blessed to have a family that has always shown great love. Family was more about those who gathered at our dinner table than those who had the same blood line. I can remember when I took my first job at the children's home. So many young people there at that time didn't have someone to call and check on them. Many had been done wrong by those that were supposed to be their family. I was baffled and in disbelieve. I was only 21 when I started and couldn't fathom not having a mother or father that I could trust or find help from. I was often saddened by what I had seen or witnessed in the lives of these kids. Many nights I returned home to my husband and newborn daughter and cried myself to sleep. Why? Why would the Lord bless me with such love and leave others without much? It was then that God began working on my heart and changing how I viewed theirs and my situation. I felt as if he was saying over and over to me why would I have blessed you and then put you here? You have received much love in order to give just that... MUCH LOVE!!! So my life's greatest blessing has become my burden.

I know my family and many others through God's grace have what these children need. Love. The kind that doesn't give up. The kind that is there in spite of all the flaws. The kind that rejoices with them in the good times and griefs with them in the tough ones.

It is not enough for us, personally, to send money to help feed or clothe a child. I know it takes more. Sometimes that is all one can do, but I know God is calling us to do more. To share the greatest gift we have ever received, love. The love of our heavenly Father first and foremost, and also the love of a family.

If you say, "Surely we did not know this," Does not He who weighs the hearts consider it? He who keeps your soul, does He not know it? And will He not render to each man according to his deeds? Proverbs 24:12

And the King will answer and say to them, "Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.' Matthew 25:40