I have to confess, I’ve been battling some discontent lately on the financial front. For so many years we’ve been so careful. We’re now debt-free except for the house– a huge blessing. We even have a little money in an emergency fund. But I think somehow I expected to have a teeny bit more financial ease once we’d reached that goal– just a little more money for extras on a monthly basis. Except then the A/C breaks, and the calves need hay, and grocery prices go up, and the homeschool graduation fee is due, and somebody needs shoes, and always there are doctor bills. Every month the reasons are different, but the end result is the same: the money is gone.
Meanwhile our cars are all between 15 and 20 years old. John and I have been day dreaming about (someday, maybe) getting a pretty band added to my wedding ring, one with a dab more bling. I’m longing to take our girls back to Ethiopia for a homeland visit, except– hello!!– airfare for 5 =$10,000. And I’ve just been feeling discontent. (Heaven forgive me, I know I’m so very blessed, but those are the feelings that creep in from time to time.)
And then yesterday morning, I read this:
“Two years ago, I sat in a locked caged room in the back of a downtown pawn shop and smiled happy tears while I watched a kind older gentleman wearing a gun who has worked in the pawn business for 60 years pry open the prongs around my wedding ring diamond and pocket the stone. As he handed me my mangled ring and the company check for the price I had negotiated with him, tears filled his eyes. He choked back sobs as he then slid two crisp bills out of his personal wallet and pressed them into my palm above the check. “One for each of them. Go get those babies.” And I did. And now I am coming for you, Haven. God has spoiled me rotten in this life, and you are another one of His precious Gemstones and HE has determined your worth. I would trade everything I have for this treasure in jars of clay; I will sell everything I own to buy this field.” (More about them here)
That’s just a snippet of the story of a momma who made sacrifices to bring 2 precious children into their family, and is now adopting another child. That story is exactly what my discontent heart needed to hear this morning, to settle everything back into place. Because in a very real but perhaps less dramatic way, our family made a similar choice all those years ago.
Sure, it’d be fun to drive a newer vehicle, to have more margin in our budget, to travel more. And (frivolous as the longing is) lots of gals would understand the desire for a ring with some bling. Who doesn’t want it all?
But back in 1998 when we stepped forward with our first adoption, we made a choice as to where our resources would go. Toward our children. One in 1998. One in 2000. One in 2004. One in 2005. Two in 2007. Priceless, precious children of God, now our own.
We could have chosen stuff. But we chose people. And let me tell you, we are unworthy of the favor God showed us by entrusting these precious ones to us. It’s a choice I’ll never, ever regret. Yes, even if every now and then my foolish, forgetful heart needs a reminder about priorities.
And now, if you haven’t already, will you click here and go help that momma bring her little Haven home? I hope you will also consider sharing and liking this post so that more folks can hear her story.