
When we first began talking about pursuing adoption earlier this year, one thing I did not look forward to was fundraising. I recall speaking to a friend who has adopted twice and telling him how much I dreaded raising money. He told me that once it's
your child you're raising money for, you don't mind it so much. At the time I thought, "That may have been true for you, but I don't think I'll ever be comfortable with this." As Lara and I began talking seriously about applying, I dreaded the fundraising even more. The only thing that compelled me to carry on was the fact that I knew God was calling us to this.
Now that we're officially "in the game," everything has changed. Thus far, I have not dreaded one minute of the process. It has been more like an exciting adventure rather than a necessary evil. My friend was right; when it is your child, every thing is different. This makes me think of Romans 8:29: "He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things?" God did not flinch at the high cost of adopting us into His family. I hope my future daughter (or son) will understand one day that God paid a much greater price for her than I could ever pay, and I hope she treasures Him because of it.