While preparing to come to Mozambique, I thought Daddy was going to show me a boy that I was supposed to adopt. I just felt that my life was going to dramatically change; That the course of my life was about to alter. And I can say that it has.
God has not told me that I am going to adopt. But I do know that He has opened my eyes to something remarkable. I have seen that I can do this. I can live in Mozambique. I can open a home to orphans and provide for widows. I can change lives. I can love in great amounts. I can give freely as I have been given freely.
While could adopt about 5 of the boys here at Kedesh, I now see that it would be selfish of me. The boys love their home: They run and play on the many acres of land. They climb and jump from tree to tree in the jungle. They each have their daily jobs that they do with joy. Their favorite food is rice and beans, which they eat every day. They wash clothes for money and then buy cool new shirts or snacks with the money. They have about 25 brothers to play with. They hear the word of God every morning at breakfast. They have movie night 6 nights a week accompanied with popcorn. The older boys learn construction trades daily. They laugh nonstop. They are blessed and happy.
Being here doesn’t make me want to take a child back to America with me, but makes me want to move here to be with them. I want to open a home, not an orphanage. I want to be called mommy and my husband daddy. I want tons of precious black children running and playing around me. I want to love many and have much.
The owner of Kedesh orphanage is a 50 year old man named John, whom they call uncle John. He is a widower with a huge heart for the Lord. He is great with the kids and built this place from the ground up. The Lord has certainly used him in a remarkable way.
I like to sit and have my quiet time at a concrete picnic table every morning. I enjoy seeing which boy will come and sit with me. Usually it is Lucas. Lucas is a 10 year old boy who has the best laugh I have ever heard. He will quietly hum and color while I read my Bible, periodically laughing. He likes when I look at him and smile, because it makes him giggle. He likes when I play fight with him, and let him drag me around the property. He like pranking me and scaring me. He likes when I read him the Bible in English. Really, he just like the attention of a woman… A woman who loves him.
There are so many boys here like Lucas. God tells us that true religion is to care for the orphans and the widows. I know that Daddy has many plans for my life and I don’t think it involves me moving here right after the Race. I feel that it will be later in life because there’s areas where He wants me to serve first. But I know that my life has been radically altered this month, just as He told me it would be.
So I’m not in the process of filling out adoption paper work, but I am in the process of something much bigger: Allowing my Daddy to break my heart for these boys… Enough to open a home one day and be a mommy to many.
