It’s not practical. It’s God. 

It’s not practical. It’s God. 

It doesn’t make sense. It is not at all a practical thing to do. This is what I said to myself back in March of 2015.
I am not someone who people would readily refer to as practical. I’ve gotten a lot more practical as a mother and since being married to a very practical man. My tendency toward whimsy he finds both endearing and super irritating.
But when it comes to adoption, it’s not practical.
I saw it last night. Last night at my moms table there wasn’t room for 2 more kids. Then in a still small voice I hear ” she can put in the leaf “. I was able to sit and talk and enjoy the dinner and the conversation because all of the kids are old enough to play together in another room. And if not, Connor is there to handle it and take care of Bo.
It’s not practical.
I spent the evening and most of this morning quietly assuring myself that I have in fact made up this idea of a ” calling for adoption”.
It’s not practical.
Daren won’t go for things that aren’t practical.  One of his greatest strengths is how practical he is. Then again I hear ” but if God is calling you then he’s calling him”.
We won’t be able to have the life we’ve been planning. The financial life we’ve been planning with the extras and sometimes extravagant fun things. I was in their guest bathroom looking at her sparkling hand towel holder thinking how much we would lose and not be able to do when I somehow got this vision of us as actually more financially successful and blessed if we adopt. Blessings following obedience or something like that.

Maybe it really will give me something to say and write about. Maybe this calling is the road to that other one I saw so long ago of me as a speaker to women?
Still, it’s not practical. I’ve decided to rest in that and let the issue fade away
And then this picture shows up on my computer screen
It’s not practical. It’s God.

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