It’s a twisted
fact of life that when we are little we hear the word ‘no’ constantly and when
we get older we are supposed to say ‘yes’ to lots of things we’d rather not.
It’s kind of like the fact that old people need less sleep than anyone. Just when there is less to do you have more
time to do it. Whose design was that?
Let’s face it.
Saying yes can be hard no matter how old you get.
The little
yeses are hard enough. Yes, I will let you in front of me in traffic even
though you cut the line because maybe you are just having a really bad day and
need one act of kindness. Yes, I will hold back the perfect biting response on
the tip of my tongue because words are not weapons to be fired in anger.
The big yeses
feel like they can rip our hearts out. When it comes to foster care and
adoption, maybe Jen Hatmaker said it best:
“When you say YES to adoption, you are saying YES to enter the suffering of the orphan, and that suffering includes WAITING FOR YOU TO GET TO THEM. I promise you, their suffering is worse than yours. We say YES to the tears, YES to the longing, YES to the maddening process, YES to the money, YES to hope, YES to the screaming frustration of it all, YES to going the distance through every unforeseen discouragement and delay. Do not imagine that something outside of "your perfect plan" means you heard God wrong. There is NO perfect adoption. EVERY adoption has snags. We Americans invented the "show me a sign" or "this is a sign" or "this must mean God is closing a door" or "God must not be in this because it is hard," but all that is garbage. You know what's hard? Being an orphan. They need us to be champions and heroes for them, fighting like hell to get them home. So we will. We may cry and rage and scream and wail in the process, but get them home we will."
She’s right, you know.
But does this mean we are always supposed to say
yes? Well, no. Again, whose design is that?
Friends of mine who are newly licensed foster
parents were faced with the difficult decision of adopting a five-year-old
little girl. This child was their first placement. Adoption was not in their
plans but the little girl loves them and they dearly love her. Are they supposed
to say yes when saying yes doesn’t feel quite right? Are they supposed to
ignore the tiny, nagging voice deep inside of them that is like sand in their
shoes, microscopic but impossible to dismiss?
No.
The voice buried inside of us, the voice many of
us have completely banished, is where God speaks. I used to think God was somewhere
up high, looking down, and judging. It took a lot of years to undo that
thinking and to understand God is within each of us. I believe God put a
little bit of God into each soul before it was born. We can spend our whole
lives finding our way to that tiny speck. As we look for it, find it, and
listen to it, it grows bigger and bigger.
Mother’s Day is the perfect time to listen for
that voice deep inside and allow it to speak. It is an opportunity to tune out all
the bombarding messages about what we should receive, how we should feel, and
our obligations. When we make decisions and answer from the voice within, the most impossible yeses are bearable. Living from that place is the
best gift we can receive. Ironically, we give it to ourselves. No one can give
it to us. Also ironically, it is the best gift we can give our children and
those who love us.
We know Whose design that is.
By the way, the five-year-old little girl was matched with an amazing adoptive family who said their own yes. Maybe my friends’ no was exactly what this precious child and her new family needed.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the women who listen attentively to the children they adore. Remember to listen within as well.
