Many people who haven’t adopted and admire those who have think that we have rescued our child.
Truth is, we’re the rescued ones.
Rescued from selfishness.
Rescued from anger.
Rescued from a worldview that says doing “fun things” is more important than adding more kids to the family.
Rescued from believing it’s all about us.
Rescued from blindness as it concerned the orphan crisis worldwide.
Rescued from the easy life.
Rescued from fear as we completely let go of everything that seems “practical” to answer a call we know is purely divine.
Rescued from thinking we have to do it all, or have it all, or be it all.
Us? The rescuers?
Not even close.
We are the least worthy, the least able, the least capable.
We lack patience many days, we lack freedom to drop everything and travel, we lack personal space pretty much all the time.
We are tired, unqualified, and overwhelmed.
According to society, we’re a tiny bit crazy; there is no good, practical, reasonable way to explain why WE should be walking this path… it’s not easy. It never will be. And yet…
When she looks at us and joyfully recounts how God told us to go to China to get her… when she repeats the well-worn tale of the day we got her… when she giggles as we tell stories about our time in her birth country…
When she sits through agonizing medical procedures and sings a song… when she pats my hand and tells me I can do hard things… when she wraps her arms as tightly as she can around my neck when I kiss her goodnight…
Knowing that a simple three letter word resulted in this daughter being placed in our family…
We are the rescued ones.