We are in our house! I’m not saying it is organized, or that we’re unpacked, but it is starting to feel like home! We love it… although it’s strange to be among brand-new floors and counters and fixtures while our thoughts are constantly with our baby, who is probably in very rough conditions. I have never been more aware of the ridiculous wealth of Americans compared to the staggering poverty of most of the world’s population.
Adoption is expensive – sometimes seemingly prohibitively so. I hear many people say that they WISH they could afford another child, but can’t go through the costly adoption process. I admit that my mind sometimes spins when I stop to wonder how the finances will work out.
But I do not think that adoption is PROHIBITVELY expensive. It just isn’t. On top of the grants and fundraisers and loans, there is the simple fact that our standard of living is lusher than it has to be. Even when Brad and I were pinching pennies while I was pregnant and in school, we had ridiculous wealth compared to the rest of the world. Our small apartment would’ve been a heavenly home to a child from a third-world country.
Do we really EVER think that we are strapped in America? We sleep on mattresses and pillows, and have running water at our fingertips. We stand in front of full closets wondering what to wear, and in front of full refrigerators wondering what to eat. We have to ask what the weather is like outside, because we set the temperature inside. (And we don’t even call these luxuries!)
My heart broke last week when I heard this line in a Derek Webb song: “I’m trying to squeeze my camel through my needle’s eye.” It’s referring to Mark 10:25. “It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.” Do we even recognize how rich we are? Oh God, please teach us to love you, and not our lush lives. Even teach us to give up all of the luxuries we love for the sake of gaining the TRUE treasure that comes only through loving You.