Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Part 2: HIV: I Want That Kind of Faith


Several months after Sampson rocked my view of HIV, the blog world kept nudging the subject under my nose. Baby Josie Love came home from Uganda with HIV, and proved to be her family’s endless delight. Heck, she made me giggle with joy every time I saw pictures and stories about her.

Other mamas did not come straight out and say whether their children were HIV positive, but because the topic was on my brain, I could tell that they were inferring this fact.

The common thread between all of the mamas who had adopted HIV+ children was this: endless love and joy. Some of them were tired, some of them were thrilled… but they all felt abundantly blessed. God was taking them on an amazing ride. A ride where He was in control. A ride where they couldn’t care less what the world thought of them. They couldn’t care less about stigmas. They were done with fear and didn’t worry about contamination. They were in love with their children. God was doing amazing things. He was freeing them to love. And they were living a full life in Him.

I wanted that.


Bad.

I wanted that freedom. I wanted that reliance on God. I wanted to see the miracle of a sweet child gaining health and love through the working of Christ in my life.

So I began to research.

In my heart, I knew that the “facts” about HIV were the least relevant pieces of the puzzle. All that is relevant is what God calls us to. If God tells us to do something frightening, we can feel confident to jump in without fear. If you want to bless a child for the sake of obedience and joy in Christ, then of course God is going to be pleased with that. It doesn’t matter what the statistics say, or what the doctors say, or what the critics say, or what the advocates say. If God wants us to help the “least of these,” then let’s stop dragging our feet and JUST DO SOMETHING already!

As I began to research, this one thought kept pervading my thoughts:

If, on the streets one day, I found a tiny baby dying of AIDS, would I take her in? Would I love her? Would I call her mine? My answer, of course, was a resounding “yes!”
I knew that this hypothetical baby would probably not show up on our street or doorstep, but I knew that REAL babies all over the world were facing this disease, without medical care or even proper nutrition. And I knew I could love them. And that I live in a country with the resources to care for them. So I thought… perhaps we should PURSUE them. Why not PURSUE love?

There was only one obstacle.

My husband.

Don’t judge him. I don’t truly mean he was a REAL obstacle. He was only an obstacle in MY MIND. I hadn’t talked to him about my thoughts yet. In my mind, I wondered whether he would agree with my logic. What would he say when I talked to him about pursuing a baby with HIV?

If he was going to argue with me, then I would need to be armed with knowledge.

And so, my research began.

In my next post, I’ll share with you what I learned… I was amazed at how outdated my knowledge was. Most of America has a view of HIV that is as outdated as acid-washed jeans and 1980's frizzed hair, (as one wise mama once pointed out!) I hope God blesses you with the following posts.


2 comments:

Deanna said...

Wow! I can't wait to keep reading more. Thank you for being so willing to be used in such a selfless way.

RACHEL said...

I'm so glad you're enjoying it! It's such an important topic.