ON EARTH AS IT IS IN HEAVEN
~~~ This past Friday we opened our hearts and home to a sibling group of five here in Uganda. An eleven year old girl named Carol, a seven year old boy named Longoli, a five year old boy named Loka, a three year old girl named Cindy, and a one year old girl named Katie, pronounced Catty. We are fostering these children, with the hopes of adopting in about three years. Due to the high cost of international adoption, we feel it best to foster at this time, and then once we have been in the country long enough, take care of legal matters on a local level. Lord willing we will be staying here long term, so this just seems to make the most sense. We did not set out to take on five more children, but it seemed that the Lord had other plans. :) We decided years ago to say yes to God, and walk faithfully in His ways. These children needed a family, and a good home. In fact, my two boys were at high risk of becoming street boys. Something needed to be done. We will not be going into detail publicly on our children's background and story. It is theirs to tell, if they choose, someday. ~~~
Then we come to tonight. I'm sitting in my new home in Kampala all alone at midnight, in the only piece of furniture in my living room. A rocking chair. A rocking chair my sweet sister in Christ bought for me on when she was visiting a few months ago. Charlton is making the last run to our old house in another part of town, and all EIGHT of our children are asleep upstairs. I'm tired, and quite frankly a little emotionally exhausted from the past few days. I finally got all the children to bed, a little past 9:30. But my new boys who are five years old and seven have been getting up every night to use the bathroom and of course talk... loudly. The last few days my new three year old has been crying off and on through the night, and then everyone is awake by 6:00am, so sleep is a thing of the past! Tonight my five year old fell out of his new bed (he is not used to sleeping in a bed) and then decided that he wanted to get up and go and play downstairs. Ha, I squashed that notion really fast! I love all my little people, and the joy that I feel is so strong and powerful. But my flesh has been tested. Satan has come along and tried to steal my joy by planting different ambushes here and there. He is really good at making me feel not good enough, going from such a high to such a low. Lies. Yet, I tend to fall into that trap. I'm vulnerable, but God is bigger then me. It's not about me. It's about Jesus and what He did, and continues to do by ushering in His Kingdom and giving us the Holy Spirit. Live changing. So everything that our family does is in the name of Jesus. Not us-- Him.
For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, these are sons of God. 15 For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, “Abba, Father.” 16 The Spirit Himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, 17 and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ, if indeed we suffer with Him, that we may also be glorified together. -Romans 8:14-17
God's cost in adopting us as His children, and joint heirs with Christ, is truly amazing! Seriously. Just sit down and really read chapter 8 of Romans. God endured infinitely more then anything we will face while raising and adopting children. We hope and pray that this decision will honor God and model His beautiful plan of adoption on earth as it is in heaven. We choose today to live by faith, and walk in love.
On that note, Charlton is now home and we are headed off to bed. Pictures will have to wait until another day. Until then...