Once we had opened up all of the Christmas presents, my wife and I told them to sit down on the couch and I got three envelopes, handed one to each of our girls and told them to open it, read it and not respond until all three were done reading (they all read at different speeds).
It was the Gideon’s fleece moment. If they ran screaming to their rooms in sheer terror, then we’d have to reevaluate whether God was really calling us to do this.
They finished reading. Their responses?
“I won’t have to be the baby of the family any more!”
“Cool except I don’t want a younger brother!”
“Can I have a younger brother?”
God opened a door and so we began to venture down that road. The path was fog filled and hard to see but we went one step at a time.
So we had decided we were going to do “something.” The girls were told and they were on board. How did we end up with Haiti?