In all my research on adoption, I did not overlook the warnings about spiritual warfare. I read that our A/C would DIE, that our finances would be stretched in ways previously not thought possible, that our patience with one another would wane, that my kids would act up causing me to wonder whether I have it in me to parent another day, much less another child. Check, check, check and check. All in the last 48 hours.
Camping out in my own house the last two nights, windows open allowing in the sounds of the night along with its heat and humidity, minus the hum of our A/C, has given me time to think and pray. We knew to expect trials on our long path to adoption. We knew that our enemy who hates adoption also destroys, lies, and takes no prisoners. We have no doubt that we are under attack. But in Curt's words, "bring it on." I'm not that bold, but I do know that our Champion can handle it and will claim victory for us. He is faithful, and He is powerful.
I know that God has always provided for us more than we need. He has always healed any rift in our marriage. His grace to me as a mother increases daily, so that what I could not handle yesterday, He empowers me to manage today. Though He did not have to, He has proven Himself faithful and trustworthy to our family over and over again.
I also know that we are not adopting because we want one more child or because we don't want to take a chance on having another boy. We are adopting, because we ourselves are adopted by our Heavenly Father. He has called us as His children to care for orphans and has called our particular family to adopt a child with no family to be a permanent part of ours. We adopt, because He has given us joy in obedience.
If you've read Russell Moore's Adopted for Life, then these words will be familiar:
So we cling to our Father's promises, and we pray for protection and perseverance. Our obedience is required. Our joy and our good are promised. Our comfort is not guaranteed, but our refinement and His glory are certain. And this is why in the midst of discouragement, it is well with my soul.