There's a love song by Ben Folds called "The Luckiest," which starts out sweet and then ends with something about an old man and a young girl and I don't think it's supposed to...but it kinda creeps me out.
The other day I thought to myself, "I'm the Luckiest." It had nothing to do with that song or old men, but as Andrew and I get to have our little guy around and pray for a smooth adoption process I feel blessed at how God has worked things out so far.
There have been a few responses to our decision to adopt that make it sound like it is a sacrifice for us to welcome a little one into our lives. Perhaps, but no more than any other parent must sacrifice to include a child in their family. There's already been some early mornings and time outs, diarrhea and tantrums--the usual 2 year old thing. To us, it just feels pretty normal.
We've had the same reaction from some people about our lives as missionaries. I've actually had someone come up to me at a church service and say to me, "You must be a saint to do this." I know, those of you who know me are laughing hysterically at this point. The truth is, we're just regular people living where God asked us to live and we wouldn't have it any other way. To us, it seems pretty normal too.
Honestly, the idea that it takes super-Christians to do things like adopt or do missions or fight for justice is what keeps millions of orphans parentless, so many eternally lost, and people groups in oppressive poverty.
We're not special. We just do our best to say yes, when we feel God asks us to do something. My life has not turned out anything like I would have pictured it years ago, but I wouldn't change it for anything. I'm not a glass-half full sort of girl, but when I listen to our little guy singing "Be Brave, Be Strong" with the other neighborhood kids in Back Yard Bible Club I think, "I'm the Luckiest."