I’m not going to take you back to the high school sweethearts going to see “Raiders of the Lost Ark” on their first date.
I’m not going to take you back to borrowing my Dad’s car because my 1967 Volkswagen Beetle had absolutely no heat and the aforementioned sweetheart didn’t like that.
I’m not going to…….
Oh wait, never mind.
Instead, I’m just going to go back to let’s say 2002. We had three girls and they were all in the “double digits” age and were doing well.
And then we started hearing a whisper. No, it wasn’t the voices in my head.
It was a whisper that was calling us to consider “more.”
But it didn’t really make clear what “more” was.
Until one Sunday in October of 2002, we were sitting around on a Sunday afternoon and one of those “unspoken” conversations happened between my better half and I. And we realized that we could do “more.”
Or at least we had to find out what “more” was.
For real. Not hypothetical but let’s actually find out what God’s nudging was leading us to. What is the more that he wanted to show us?
We had no idea what we were getting into.
Some days we still don’t.
But we knew it was time to try to figure out what God was up to.
How do we tell the kids?
So, we decided that we’d write a letter.
And we’d give it to them at Christmas. Sort of like Gideon’s fleece – if they all ran to their rooms screaming in terror, well God, now what?
After all of the presents were opened, we told them all to sit down on the couch and I got three envelopes from the top of the Christmas tree. I gave them each one with specific instructions;
• Open it and read what is inside.
• Because you all read at different speeds, do not say anything until all three of you are done reading.
In the letter, we talked about how they were great girls (still are) and that we felt God was calling us to do “more” but we didn’t know what more was. It could be:
• Being foster parents
• Doing medical fostering
• Adopting domestically
• Adopting internationally
• We didn’t know but we felt God was calling us to find out.
And then we ended the letter with the “Starfish Poem.”
It made a difference for “that one.”
⁃ the oldest – I want a baby brother!
⁃ the middle – Please not a boy – my friends all say their brothers are so annoying!
⁃ the youngest – I’m not going to be the baby of the family any more!
Okay, God, it’s a go.
And boy was and is it a ride.