I love kids.

Scratch that.

I love MY kids, my FRIENDS’ kids, our CHURCH’S kids. Not ALL kids. Never have. I am not a woman who gathers small babies and children into my lap when I enter a room. I don’t speak softly or have unlimited patience or rejoice in the “precious child” that is wreaking havoc. I am loud, impatient with dawdling by my daughter, and quick to reprimand even a stranger’s child that is out of line. #sorrynotsorry

Then God called me to adopt a baby. Someone ELSE’S baby. After all my arguments and laments of “I’m-not-good-enough,” here is what God showed me:

Adoption is for every Christian, not just the “Mother Teresas” of the world.Continue Reading