Upon the approach of my forty second birthday, I am feeling rather reflective…and hereby share my reflections with you.
It has been the year of years. We have seen more change in the last year than any other year of our lives. For a couple who has lived in eighteen homes in twenty years, this is quite the statement, but consider…
I stage managed colossal events on the National Mall in DC and the Charger’s stadium in San Diego. The Zoe Foundation held events in Cincinnati, Kansas City, and Colorado Springs.
We moved…into a house we renovated…in the dead of winter. We have learned that a 70+ year old house means everything is an adventure.
A year ago, we had four children. Today, we have seven. We have not all gone somewhere together since the day Piper was born because…uh, we can’t fit. And what the dot com world described as the ‘burn rate’ has risen at a frightful rate. Had we not filled our home with children, I’m not sure I’d have the faith to continue, but I have a hunch that God’s got His eye on us.
Oh, and we started an adoption agency. I won’t go into the whole story right now, but through a series of God ordained circumstances, Hannah’s Dream Adoptions is in the provisional licensing process right now and will be entirely good to go later this year.
Understand, we are starters. We start stuff.
In the past ten years, a church in one city, a school in another, a foundation, an eschatology-based small group curriculum (that was just translated into Korean!). We didn’t start out to be starters – meaning, we never intended on it – we just found ourselves starting whatever we needed.
My good rule of thumb in starting something new has always been “Has anyone dumber than me done this before?” If so, I figure I can find a way. Now, with this adoption agency, I think we’re on thin ice…but we’ve gotta try.
Hannah’s Dream is named for the Biblical story of Hannah, who placed Samuel in the house of the Lord – allowed him to be adopted, in a sense, into the ministry. We are actively going to be helping women redeem what is often a very hard situation by placing their child into the hands of God as represented by believing moms and dads.
So, here I am…at Mile Marker 42, driving what feels like a metaphorical school bus, albeit with racing slicks and a supercharger. I didn’t start out with the idea that it would be like this. It’s way scarier. Way crazier. Way more everything that keeps you up at night and gets you up in the morning.
Hammer down. It’s all I know how to do.
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