I clearly remember the moment I knew God was calling John and I to adopt a sibling group of older girls. God didn’t speak as through a megaphone. Instead, it was one small conversation—and more small thoughts—that built into an idea that I knew was from God.
|Our girls . . . while they were still in foster care.|
The final moment came during one Sunday during the worship service. I’d just come back from Africa with Awana International, and my heart was breaking, remembering all the orphans there. Many times over the years I’ve prayed, “Lord, break my heart with the things that break yours,” and God continually brought me to the orphans . . . and to teen girls. You’d think I’d start to get the picture!
|Our girls NOW just a few weeks ago on the first day of homeschool with their younger siblings.|