Sunday afternoon the girls and I are in the mini-van, and we start talking about our friends Sean and Megan who are adopting little Emelia from Ethiopia. (Please pray they get news soon. They had so hoped to bring her home in February.)
I’m not sure how it happens, but talk turns from Emelia to the possibility of us adopting someday. We’ve discussed it before, and I’d do it in a heartbeat if a.) God said so and b.) Gabe was on board and c.) I wasn’t so scared.
So, Ava says, “Can we adopt?? Please, please, please!!” And I give the standard, “Pray about it, and we’ll see what God says.”
We talk about what a big commitment it is and how much it costs. Then Livi says, “Would you rather adopt or go to Cambodia?”
Yowzers. Funny she should ask because I remember telling God once that if he ever wanted us to “give up our Cambodia Fund for adoption,” I would do it.
I told her honestly that I reeeeally want to go to Cambodia, but if God has a child for us to adopt and we had to choose, I would adopt.
“I think we shouldn’t adopt,” Nina piped up, her first contribution to the conversation.
The other two started ganging up on her for being a naysayer, but I shushed them and asked her why she didn’t think it was a good idea.
She talked about how she liked our family just like it is. I told her that I understood that but that there were so many little children who don’t have a mommy and a daddy and they need one.
“But I don’t want different parents,” she said, her sweet little voice thick with emotion.
“Honey, you wouldn’t have different parents,” I said. “We’d still be your parents. What do you mean?”
“I don’t want to go live with a different family!” she started crying. “I don’t want you to adopt me!”
I about started crying myself when I finally realized that she had adoption backward. She thought the people doing the “adopting” were the parents who couldn’t care for their kiddos and had to give them up.
Oh, sweet mercy. I think we have it all straightened out now.
Will we be adding to our family in the (near or far) future? Only time will tell.
p.s. Our Cambodia Fund is at $4572 and will be even higher when I get back from my speaking gig in Indiana. Praise you, Jesus!