Encouragement, My Thoughts, Plight of the Poor, relationships

Why Adoption

Let me clarify one thing before I continue. This is not “why you should adopt” or “why we must adopt” or anything like that. This is actually just a record of why I think it’s a good idea to adopt, why I want to adopt, and just a little note of encouragement to those blessed parents out there who have adopted or are seeking to adopt.


That being said, this is a topic that’s close to my heart. Ever since I was little, I’ve dreamt of having kids to love and teach and experience life with. As I grew, I realized parenting isn’t as easy as I always made it out to be. Imagine that, right? But the urge to have children to adore never left me.


I was a young teenager when I was first truly faced with the prospect of adoption, and it wasn’t until recently that I really saw the realities of it for me personally. Something about it touched my heart deeply. There was something inside me that connected with it. Giving a young, suffering child hope and a home….that was—is—beautiful. Hearing the stories of adopted children and adoptive parents and seeing the need all around the world, in both general and specific senses—those things made me want to do something special. I didn’t just want to hand over the change in my pocket. I wanted to wrest the money of the world and make a difference in a life. A tangible, forever difference. I didn’t just want to do some thing, I wanted to do—I don’t know—a crazy miraculous thing! I didn’t just want to help; I wanted to change.


And that dream stood with me. I have dreamt of changing lives for the better since I was very young. I would come up with crazy schemes and plans that were often unrealistic or even silly. But I still kept that dream.


So why did it take so long for me to understand?


You see, the real reason I want to adopt is because I want to find a poor, outcast, hurting little child and I want to look them in the eyes and say, “Hey. I’m choosing you. You’re mine.” I want to find that broken little girl and wrap her up in my arms and make sure that she never, ever hurts again. I want to wipe away their tears with my own hand and whisper: “I love you.” They didn’t choose me. I chose them. They didn’t find me. I found them. They had no power to get to me, but I had the means to get to them. And I could take them as my own, as if they came out of my very womb, heirs to all I have with my birth children, and make their life something more than just worth living. Because they are loved and accepted and believed in and they have a mother who will walk with them and listen to them and be there for them as much as I possibly can.


Don’t you see it?


This is the one way, the most obvious way, that I can be Jesus to someone. Not just take a flight, give little picture presentations of Christ, plop five dollars in their hands, and tell them, “Goodbye! Have fun with that!” Not that those things aren’t great things. They are. But I don’t want to stop there. I don’t want to leave them like everyone else in their life has. I want to turn back around and say, “…Or would you rather come with me. Back home. To stay.”


Because I was them once. No, I’ve never been poor. I’m an american. A white, middleclass, american girl. I’ve never tasted poverty. I’ve had riches beyond their wildest dreams. I have an air conditioned home and so much food it’s making me fat. Growing our food is something we can choose to do, not something we have to do, and I spend most of my day entertaining myself.  But spiritually, I was dead! I was destitute, but God came to me, found me, looked me in the eyes, and said, “Hey. I choose you. You’re mine.” He wiped my tears away and grabbed me up in His arms and held me really tightly. He whispered, “It’s okay. I love you. We’re going home.” And though pain comes in the sojourn, He is going to take me home where He will make sure I never, ever hurt again. He wants the very best for me. He wants to enjoy life with me. I could never have gotten to Him on my own. I could never have found Him. And how could I choose Him? I didn’t even know Him! But I didn’t have to. He chose me. And the very best way I can come up with to thank Him is to replicate His example. To be Jesus to someone. I mean, how much closer can you get to really being Jesus to someone than adopting them like He did you? You are setting an example that they will never and can never forget. Their very identity is wrapped up in it, just like ours is in our adoption.


I was a poor, destitute, broken little girl who was adopted by the richest, most loving, most powerful being ever. And though I’ll never do as well as He did or be the perfect parent like He is or be all that He will always be, I can at least imitate His example and give hope to a dying world—one child at a time. 🙂


So, why adoption? I don’t have to tell you. You can see it in their faces. You can see it in His. ^~^


~~(Picture not my own)~~




2 thoughts on “Why Adoption

  1. Sanae.T says:

    I think that adoption by christians and christian orphanages have mission not only to take care of children but to tell them how God loves them.In Japan,adoption is very rare.Most Japanese kids in orphanege have their own parents living.Without their parent’s agreement,adoption is impossioble,and in many cases the parents refuse it.
    Despite Japanese goverment intends to increase foster parents,fostering is still rare by same reason,I heard.

    Most kids in orphanages were sent there because of poverty,abuse,neglect.One of my church mates told me that many parents hope to take over their kids again to let the kids work outside to make money,after their kids grew up.Our church has relationship with one christian orphanage,so she knew well about the problem.This is sad reality.But I still know that there are Japanese kids who met Jesus in christian orphanage.I know some of them personally.

    I admire that many christians in North America,Europe adopt kids.I heard that most of them are not always very rich,often take over children with difficulty just to love them.Children from orphanages often have serious trauma even they are so little.I know little about it.I respect all Christ believers who chose to adopt.God bless you,Kegan.May your dream come true some day in His way.

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  2. Dear Sanae-san,

    Thank you so much for your comment! I have read a lot about adoption internationally from Japan. I want to adopt from Japan, but it seems very difficult. I know God will make a way for it to happen if that is what He wants, so I will not worry about it too much…..

    It is true that in my particular church many people have adopted children. There are a couple of families with 4 or 5 adopted kids! And then several with 1 or 2. There is a strong encouragement in my church for those who want to adopt. Even one man who started an organization that helps those in disasters across the USA—even all his kids are adopted! He has 5 adopted children. Three are grown now. He goes to my church and is very active in it. He encourages mission work, mission trips, giving money to help people, adopting children both in the USA and internationally, etc. He has encouraged me a lot! I love this about my church. My church is very unique in this issue. Usually, there are not so many who have adopted! And some people are against adoption, though they are less and less. I hope to join those who have adopted some day, if God leads me there….And yes. There is a big emphasis among american adoptive parents on finding those children who have big medical problems and too poor to fix it, and adopting them and caring for them with our medical access. Many such parents can’t really afford it, but they have lots of help from many organizations and they decide to do it anyway, despite the problems and trials. It is lovely. 🙂

    Again, thank you for your insightful comment and encouragement. I think adoption by christian families is a very beautiful thing. We can live out the love of Christ to someone so they can see it clearly, even though we are imperfect as parents. Children who have no home, no family, and no hope can find a home, a family, and a great hope in Christ! This is just beautiful…..

    Grace be with you, Samae-san! And thank you for reading! 🙂

    Your little sister,


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