Where the Heart Is

Something has been on my mind a lot lately. I thought maybe I shouldn't write about it, but it just seems right to tell you all.

 A thought that keeps creeping in while I am helping Isabella work on decimals. That twinge of hope that sings to me while I am scraping dried eggs off the dishes. An inkling that tosses itself around in my mind while I am rocking Victoria at 3 am.

Should we, could we, adopt again?

Could we really do it? Or do we just say, well, we have already helped enough, it's just too hard.

There's just so much to stand in our way. So many questions.

Our house really isn't that big (but I think even if we had a huge house, everyone would still be hanging out in the bathroom with me anyway).

We are not wealthy. We do not have $20,000 set aside to bring another little one home.

Am I kind of disorganized? Yep.

And you all know what kind of cook I am. Just pass me the french fries.

Geez, we need to paint our family room! And don't even get me started on my old couch!

There's just a lot of stuff that we don't have. But, for all our short-comings, we do have something important.

LOVE! 

To some, our family might seem like we don’t have much to give to another child, but I hope that God believes that we do. 

Can we love another child with reckless abandon? Absolutely!

 We have enough space in our hearts.

We have the determination to help another little struggling soul. We are not afraid of challenges and hard work. We don't want easy, we want to make a difference. We stick together in the tough times.

We are ready to make sacrifices, even if it means I will never eat fast food again!

Adoption has enriched all of our lives and changed us forever. I can't just pretend that I don't know what's happening to children all over the world. That it could have been me. It could have been any of us. Can I just go on about my day, eating a cheeseburger and forget about them?  No!

What if we had thought it was just too hard to adopt Victoria and Francesca? What if we were too scared of what might happen?

We would have missed out on their beautiful spirits! 

What if we had thought that Isabella was too old  to adopt(she was almost 7 when she finally came home)? What if we had listened to what the doctors told us about little Catherine? I feel dark inside just thinking about it! 

So, I ask all of your opinions. Is it unfair of me to ask for help to adopt again?

Here are a few blogs which really touched my heart recently:

http://lovesransom.blogspot.com/2012/08/a-life-redeemed-by-love.html?spref=fb

http://www.nohandsbutours.com/2012/07/03/when-enough-is-enough/

"If you have a child is drowning in a lake, do you have a moral obligation to pull the child out? Well, almost everybody would say yes. But what if the lake is a mile away? What if it's a continent away?"
                                                                                                                                                                          - Mia Farrow

                                                                                                                                                              

"It’s not what you believe that counts, it’s what you believe enough to do." 


Thank you all for listening!