Going After the One
That’s the word that I keep repeating in my mind over and over.
This. Is. Not. OK.
When Jian lived in China, she had a group of “family members.” Children who also lived there all those years with her. After she came home, we began praying fervently for each one. And little by little, they all came home to their own families. All except one.
We have prayed for her specifically just about every single night. That a family would see her file. That they wouldn’t be scared off by her medical needs. That they would step out in faith and bring her home. That she would receive the medical care that she needs, and the love of a family, and most importantly, the good news of Jesus.
Unless I am mistaken, which I pray that I am, she “aged out” of the system this past weekend. Aka: She will never again have the opportunity of being adopted. I really cannot wrap my mind around this.
This is not ok.
It is not ok that one-pound babies are dropped off outside without a caregiver. Or a note. Or a name.
It makes me furious to see how Satan attacks people and families and vulnerable children. How he attacks marriages and churches and individuals who are already struggling.
As we were presented with the possibility of adopting Faith, I went back and re-read several books of the Bible. I read Ecclesiastes, where Solomon, the wisest man who has ever lived, tried to fulfill himself through money, multiple wives and material possessions. I read the book of Jonah, where Jonah tried to run away and rebel against the job God had for him to do. And I read the book of Esther.
Esther 4:14 says, “…Yet who knows whether you have come to the kingdom for such a time as this?” Verse 16 “…And so I will go…and if I perish, I perish!”
Our girls just went back to school yesterday after a 2 ½ week Christmas break. You have heard me say it before, but change of routine, no matter if it seems happy and exciting to other people, is not good at our house. Most days we were all just trying to hold on moment by moment. And many of those moments I thought back to Esther and thought that I just might…Perish.
But when I remember the ones who have never known the love of a family, I press on, and God always sustains us. And every moment is worth it when we think about the alternative.
And when I think about the ones who have not yet learned of the love of God, I ask Him to use me however He sees fit to be salt and light in the darkness. Because even when it seems like there is no hope, it is never too late until He has returned again.
So for this reason, I am going to commit to praying even more fervently every day for this one child and for others around me who may be hurting or struggling or who need to experience the love of Jesus. Because that is the example that He set for us.
What do you think? If a man owns a hundred sheep, and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the ninety-nine on the hills and go to look for the one that wandered off? Matthew 18:12