It’s Monday morning, just 2 more
sleeps as Martha likes to say, until we leave for China and Samuel.
Yesterday morning, two pastors that I respect, look up to and love joined
with other members of our church family – a family that we adore – and
surrounded Martha, Courtney, Cassidy and I to pray for us and commission us in
our journey to bring Samuel home. What a blessing to have people
whom I know are better than I could ever dream to be place their hands on my
shoulder and carry us to heaven in prayer. I am truly humbled.
But the lesson in humility didn’t
just start. It’s been carried out for about a year now.
When we took the leap of faith and embarked on another adoption journey
back in March of 2010 we knew in some part what we were getting into.
We knew it would be a long, long road with mountains of paperwork to
climb and oceans of red tape to wade through.
We knew there would be
worries. Money, Courtney, Cassidy, and acceptance/approval by
friends and family all hit the list. We told you that we wanted to
be transparent in this whole process, hoping that anyone who might be interested
in adoption would be inspired to take the ride and provide a family to a
precious child – and at least one couple has!
But let me swallow this lump in
my throat and tell you about what we didn’t expect. Our family on
my mom’s side, the Wells, passing the purse (albeit a Texas Longhorn purse) and
taking up a sizeable collection to get our funding kicked off at last summer’s
family reunion. We didn’t anticipate at least 4 incredible
families from our adoption network of friends paying far more, and then some,
than what we asked for our fundraiser t-shirts. Our second parents
(and you know who you are), have done more for us than we could ever repay –
although I pray I get the chance to try! No less than half a dozen
individuals/families from OBC have contributed to the cause and some more than
once. I like to think I’m a writer, yet I will never be able to
come up with the words to express our gratitude. You have
overwhelmed us with your love and generosity. Thank you!
That’s just the money
part. Family and friends from around the world have encouraged and
lifted us up in prayer. Coworkers and neighbors have invested
themselves in our saga. Your encouragement has meant more to us
than you will ever know.
We knew our brothers and sister
in Soul’d Out would be at our side, they have been for over twenty years now –
day after day, week after week. We’ve shared far more than just
music together. You guys have been there – Sink or Swim and we
love you guys with all our heart!
Olivet Baptist Church is an
incredible church family, as already alluded to above. But I don’t
think we realized how much they would invest themselves into the
adventure. We’ve had prayer warriors lifting Samuel and us up on a
daily basis. There hasn’t been a week go by when we didn’t get a
word of encouragement from a church member. I could write an
entire different blog post on how the OBC family has been intertwined in our
lives for over 26 years and I hope to some day. But suffice it to
say that I am a grateful member of OBC.
I think the last thing I didn’t
expect was how the Lord would use all those mentioned above to teach me
humility. Not just in Sunday’s prayer, but in the events of the
last year. You see, I’m not really all that proud about most
things – I never felt there was much in myself alone to be proud of.
But for all of the lowliness I’ve
always felt inside, I’ve come to realize how prideful I’d become in one certain
area, and that’s in letting (or rather, not letting) people help.
I’ve never asked for a handout (not even from my parents) in my life, and
I’ve taken pride in that fact. After all, doesn’t the Bible say
that if a man doesn’t work he doesn’t eat?
Oh, I was okay with selling
books, t-shirts or whatever to raise money, but don’t give it to me.
Huh unh. I’ve always taken pride in providing for my
family. I’ve been proud of my self-sufficiency.
There’s that word again. One of the seven deadlies.
Yep, I’m guilty. It has pained me to have these gifts
lavished upon us. Made me feel like a beggar.
Needy.
But isn’t needy exactly what I
am? I’m in need of God’s love, grace and redemption every single
day of my life. And God has graciously used family, church family
and friends to drive this through my stubborn pride and hard head.
They’ve been like heavenly sledgehammers, pounding away with unsolicited,
unmerited gift after gift, teaching me that it’s okay to let others help – maybe
they’re just following a calling from the Lord. Maybe they just
want to be a part of something greater than me and my foolish pride.
I ask for the Lord’s help then stubbornly try to reject it when it comes
from the hands of His children. What a dummy I can be!
I’m not self sufficient.
My hope, my abilities, whatever shred of good that might be in me comes
from Jesus Christ alone. I am nothing without Him.
Oh, I’ve always known that – even wrote songs about it. But
I guess it never completely sunk through to my heart. Now I truly
understand what it means to place your trust in God Almighty and not your own
abilities. Accept what He gives, in whatever form it comes.
And it only took the Lord
forty-six years and hundreds of fellow believers to bring me to this
realization! Not bad for a guy whose neck size is bigger than his
IQ, huh?
To all those mentioned in this
rambling blog, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!
Thanks for the surprises and love. Thanks for the tears of
joy you brought to Martha and I, and the lessons in humility – as painful as
they might be. Did I say thank you?
I make you this promise: I will
be faithful to the calling of raising my son. I will love him
completely and unconditionally, just as I do my daughters, and try my best to
point him to the cross. I will rely on the Lord to help me teach
him what it means to be a Godly man. I will hit my knees daily,
realizing my need and my shortcomings as a model to my children and ask Abba
Father for help.
Then accept it when it comes.
“I thank my God every time I
remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with
joy…” Philippians 1:3,4
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