I am not an avid reader. I never have been. The only way I really LOVE reading is if I get pulled into a great book. This happens maybe a couple of times a year and that is only because someone else has told me what a good book it was. The kids and I were talking this and my reading choices in elementary school. They were shocked and appalled when I told them my frequent reading choice was the Garfield comic strip book or Calvin & Hobbes. I do want to come my defense and say that I am a good reader, I just may not enjoy it (I know gasp...). I am so thankful for the kid's teachers who have helped them to develop their love of reading. No comic strip books for them!
I am reading a great book now, "Kisses from Katie: A Story of Relentless Love and Redemption." I have been trying to start it since Thanksgiving but today I got sucked in.... Our family is very familiar with Katie. We read her blog and support her monthly. Kaylee wants to be like Katie when she grows up. Kay even dressed up as Katie for Halloween this year! Katie's devotion to doing God's will is inspiring to us and we hope to be as open as she is.
Today I came to a part that particularly has to do with adoption. The following is a passage that really hit me in the face. I have had some of these thoughts before and she sums it all up so well...
Adoption is wonderful and beautiful and the greatest blessing I have ever experienced. Adoption is also difficult and painful. Adoption is a beautiful picture of redemption. It is the Gospel in my living room. And sometimes, it's just hard.
As a parent, it's hard not to know when your daughter took her first steps or what her first word was or what she looked like in kindergarten. It's hard not to know where she slept and whose shoulder she cried on and what the scar on her eyebrow is from. It's hard to know that for ten years yours was not the shoulder she cried on and you were not the mommy she hugged.
As a child, it's hard to remember your biological parents' death, no matter how much you love your new mom. It's hard to have your mom be a different color than you because inevitably people are going to ask why. It's hard that your mom wasn't there for all the times you had no dinner and all the times you were sick and all the times you needed help with your homework. It's hard when you have to make up your birthday. It's hard when you can't understand the concept of being a family forever yet, because your first family wasn't forever.
Adoption is a redemptive response to tragedy that happens in this broken world. And every single day, it is worth it, because adoption is God's heart....
My family adopting these children, it is not optional. It is not my good deed for the day; it is not what I am doing to "help out these poor kids." I adopt because God commands me to care for the orphans and the widows in their distress. I adopt because Jesus says that to whom much has been given, much will be demanded (Luke 12:48) and because whoever finds his life will lose it but whoever loses his life for His sake will find it (Matthew 10:39).