We become Pharisees ourselves when we chide our children with all their imperfections, but fail to confess our own.
Pleasure overpowered pleasure. Delight overpowered delight. One love overpowered another. I began to wonder if my problems in life were rooted not merely in lack of self-control, discipline, or personal will power, but were rooted in misplaced delight.
Why did God call me to start my family through adoption? Why did He call me to start a nonprofit that mobilizes the church to live out James 1:27, ” True devotion to God is caring for orphans and widows in their distress”? He delights to see the adopted church be His hands and feet– to bring more into the family of God.
I hold many titles in my life: daughter, wife, friend, chauffeur, cook, housekeeper, and occasionally the handyman or lawn care worker. But few titles carry the weight of implications and responsibilities as that of mom, mother, mama and mommy. For most of my life, there was not much I desired more than to be a mom and to have children. My husband and I have had our fair share of struggles on our journey to having children through infertility, miscarriages, and ultimately the loss of our second born son. The journey has had many ups and downs, so I can relate to the broad spectrum of where many of you may find yourselves.