I look at my children and I can’t help but feel an amazing kind of love. Look at these faces:
Before they go to bed I always make sure to tell them “You’re my favorite Jack,” and “You’re my favorite Sam.”
I’m their father. I love to say that. I’m amazed and truly humbled that God has let me be their father. I look at them every day and thank God for the opportunity to love them more. I don’t know how to put into words what I feel when I look at them. Everything I write just seems trite and incomplete.
This past Sunday we heard about being good neighbors, specifically to the tremendous amount of children in our own city that don’t have families to love them, whether that be biological, foster care, or families made through adoption. Even writing those words, my eyes start to tear up (I almost feel like Shannon!). My heart aches to think of children with no one that can or will love them.
God says in Psalms 68:5-6 that He is Father to the fatherless and places the lonely in families. The scary thing is that He wants you and me to do the same.
Yes, I said scary. Melissa and I are in the process of fostering a child and I’m very much afraid. God is asking me to open my home and open up my life. In reality I’m so much more comfortable to stay here and love on my kids and my wife.
But God didn’t call me to be comfortable. He called me to love like He loves.
God isn’t calling you to be comfortable. He’s calling you to love like He loves.
That doesn’t mean that every person reading this should immediately sign up to be foster parents or adopt a child. In 1 Corinthians 12:12-31 Paul compares the church to the body and every part of the body has a specific function. God may be calling you to help in another way.
A couple we know that fosters was going out of town and asked if we would babysit for a couple of nights. We said yes and Dora (her nickname, not pictured) came to stay for the weekend. When we set up her bed, the first thing she did was ask “Mine?”. The look on her face said so many words; it spoke of uncertainty. “Is this really mine or will it be taken away?” After months with her foster parents, she was starting to understand that she could have something of her own and there was a place where she was safe, taken care of, and loved. She was finally seeing, through those foster parents, God’s love.
Dang. I got something in my eye again.
How you respond to the truth from Sunday may look different than how I respond, but God is most certainly calling all of us to do something.
Love God, love your neighbors. It’s not just words.