I have rarely been sure that God spoke DIRECTLY to me in my life. One of those rare times was the day God called me to adopt.
Brad & I had been married for five months. I was attending our church’s annual “Commitment Sunday,” where members look over a list of ministries and check off those areas where they’re willing to serve. The service had nothing to do with adoption, but God had other plans.
As they dimmed the lights for everyone to pray silently and consider where God was calling them to give, my heart turned to my children, of whom I had none at the time!! And one fact became clear: I would have children who did not come from my womb. The Holy Spirit came over me, and I became positive that my children were scattered, and that we would need to go find them and bring them home. I had NEVER considered adoption. And now, I had never been surer that I was to adopt. It was the Holy Spirit.
I also became filled with fear. What if I am disobedient? What if I forget this calling? What if I get so busy with life, and pregnancies, and the normal order of things, that we FORGET that OUR children are living as orphans!?! It haunted me.
So I got down on my knees and wrote a prayer for our future adoptions, right on the church commitment card. I did not write my name. Brad was on staff at the church, and I didn’t want him to find out that we would adopt through a coworker telling him before I had the chance to approach him!!
That night as we prepared for bed, I nervously said to Brad, “I think we should adopt someday.” Brad did not blink. He said, “Of course! I’ve always thought we should adopt.” I was excited & shocked! I questioned him extensively about when he was called & why he didn’t tell me, but he didn’t have much to say. He simply had a confidence that we would be parents through adoption some day.