Just a whisper. A Holy Spirit breathed whisper. A longing. A stirring that began years before but began to grow louder and more insistent as time passed. Adoption. One day we said. One day. Later. Too busy now. Our days too full. Not enough money. Not enough time. Later. Much later. When the boys are gone. When we finish our current projects. When our bank account is above 0. Another day. Not today.
All good arguments but the whisper stayed. The stirrings continued. The voice wasn't silenced. The God-ordained encounters with those who had gone before kept happening. Consider. Just consider. Pray. But... but...no... can't... not.... all the arguments. Mental gymnastics. The money God. Where? It can't work. Our boys. It's crazy. We are broke. Our business is tumbling down. We are consumed with our side projects. Our schedule is insane. Dear Lord - it's just not the right time.
Louder. No longer a stirring but a wave. A push. An emptiness. A realization that we lacked. Something. Someone. Our lives were full of nothing. Crazy chasing after useless dreams. Circling - protecting our boys from what? Our spiritual lives - Church - worship - tithing - going through the motions. For what? Our passion gone. Realization of our empty cup.
Then a picture. A smiling face. A helpless child. The Holy Spirit whisper becomes a scream.
GO GET HIM. HE'S YOURS.
This child. In that country. GO. Now. Say yes. Despite the bank account. Despite the schedule. Despite the arguments. Despite it all. GO.
A year later. Our 'whisper' celebrating Christmas with us. Our son. Our child. Our little brother. Ours. But more than Ours - God's. His child. His son. His treasure that He called out of darkness. To our family.
December 29, 2009 - a year ago - just a whisper in our hearts. I'm so grateful we listened.
And through that whisper, that stirring, a year later - December 28, 2010 - 110 Lost Boys were found.
Tomorrow I share.