I might play this 8 minute video to myself every day. CJ Mahaney in his book, The Cross Centered Life, urged me to preach the gospel to myself. What does that mean? To review the redemption story from Abba on a daily basis. To realign my wayward heart. To shrug off the distractions that so easily entangle. To preach the gospel of the Cross to myself. And in this video, I believe I can hear the song of my heart. I can feel the blood pumping into every chamber of my heart.
I hope you'll set aside some time to watch it.
I've always been a chatter box. And every single extended family member of mine will probably nod and make a sidebar comment or give testimony to that. God is teaching and me and I am learning very slowly how to slow down my roll. But, not on this. Not on the gospel and not on it's propelling call to defend the fatherless.
I spoke to a friend the other day who is considering adoption. We both laughed at how God has turned our lives upside down. And echoed each others hearts and confession that neither of us are "that good" at this entire Mom-thing. Yes, our kids are well cared for and loved and spoiled. But, at the core, we are not soaring on our own mommy-powers. In the paradox of all truth from God, we are soaring on the power of the Holy Spirit's infusion and we are body of Christ.
We are the hands and feet of Jesus. We are part of the redemptive story. We are bearing witness.
And now, we will join the fight. Fists pounding and feet stamping.
We know we are on a mission. But, our daughter is on the other side of the world. And we need to get to her. And we need your help. And we so appreciate those who are walking this journey with us.