Well, today has been 1 month since committing to adopt Priscilla. It feels like so long ago. It doesn't feel like we are any closer to getting her. But, I know she will be here before we know it.
The night we decided to adopt Priscilla, we went to eat at IHOP. A group of about 10 elderly people were in front of us waiting to be seated. I don't know their stories, or what they do everyday. But, watching them, is when I decided, I wanted my life to mean something. I had the hardest time getting through dinner without crying.
I had been living my little life, enjoying my husband and my children. Buying what I wanted, doing what I wanted. Pretty much, the american dream. But, when I get to heaven, will Jesus look at me and say "Well done, my good and faithful servant", or will He say "I was hungry and you didn't feed me, I needed a home and you didn't invite me in."
I don't want that life anymore. I don't want to just grow old. When I am old, I don't want to just hang out with my friends and talk about my grandkids and pass their pictures around. I don't want to talk about my latest ache or pain. I want LIFE.
If I have to sell everything I have and have nothing, in order to give all I can, then I will. I want my life to mean something. When I am old, I still want to adopt needy children, or be a foster grandma. If I cannot bring them into my home, then I will go and sit in an orphanage and hold those sweet babies.
Where we are now, is a start. Maybe we will never stop. But, THAT is living!