Showing posts with label Singleness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Singleness. Show all posts

May 8, 2014

Should Singles Adopt?

Earlier this week I listened to a podcast about whether single people (most assuredly focused on single women) should adopt children who need a family.  The podcast was a replay of an open discussion on Moody radio last Saturday, May 3, 2014.  In it, a single adoptive mother (Julia Duin) gently and respectfully sparred with Keith MacFarland who believes that single men and women should not adopt.  This is my response.

There are many reasons that a family may choose to adopt.

Much of the podcast focused on the idea that a single-parent home is better than no parent at all.  It is tempting to engage in this analysis given the breath-taking statistics counting the number of orphans in need of families worldwide (ranging anywhere from 18 million to 170 million).  So the argument goes – children need a family and if no two parent family is available, a single mother is better than nothing. 

This is not why I adopted my children.  I didn’t adopt because some altruistic drive told me that my kiddos would perish without me (although one of them surely would have) or because I thought I was "better than nothing."  No, I adopted my children because I believed then and I still believe now that I can provide them with a healthy, safe, vibrant, Christian family.  God and I had endless discussions about whether adoption while single was right for me and together, we decided that it was.  It’s that simple. 

The argument that any family is better than no family is a bit of a straw man.  The correct focus should be on the fact that we live in a broken world.  There is no perfect family.  My family is not perfect – far from it!  Whether it’s my tendency to raise my voice or the lack of an in-residence father figure, we miss the mark.  But so does every family I know.  Because we are no longer living in the Garden of Eden, every family falls short.  Were it not the case, widows should be concerned that their children will be ruined (not because of a tragic death but because they lack one parent).  Overweight, gossiping, adulterous, slandering, angry, pornography viewing men and women also should not become parents.  Because they are not “perfect.”  And the staggering divorce rate means that half of our church members are going to parent alone at some point during the primary parenting years.  This reality is reflective of the brokenness that permeates all families.  Yours and mine. 

Instead of arguing about whether my family is perfect, I embrace that it is not.  And so do my children.  We know that we don’t have a dad.  {gasp}  We talk about it.  We pray about it as a family.  We know that no matter what the future holds for us, God will provide.  He always does.  The healthiest families I know also embrace their brokenness.  They understand the neurosis that permeates their genealogy or the sins that have passed from one generation to the next.  They speak openly about them, pray about them, and trust in God.  Our family operates with this same healthy attitude toward our brokenness.

There are a variety of motives in play when it comes to adopting a child.

Mr. MacFarland suggested during the podcast that single parents do not have pure motives for adopting and further that only in the case where a parent is really called to adopt should they proceed.  Ouch.  This one hurt.  No one questions the motives of married parents for expanding their family – only the motives of single parents are doubted.  Why did you (married couple) have your first child?  Was it to fill a void?  Carry on your gene pool?  To allow you to stay home instead of working outside the home?  To make you happy?  And why did you have your fourth child?  Wasn’t three enough?  Why did you adopt your second child?  These are questions that the average married couple never face.  And yet, somewhere along the way the Church decided that it is okay to ask these questions of a single woman who chooses to adopt.  I object.

There are many, many reasons that people choose to grow their families, whether through child-birth or adoption.  The fact that we (church) think we need to weigh in on those motivations, which are really between the parent(s) and the Lord, is ludicrous.  Any family who is adopting or expanding their family should count the cost.  We worship the Lord with our heart, souls, and minds.  (Luke 10:27)  Have you done that?  Further, have we arrived at a place where we believe that even in the face of wrongly motivated decisions that God could not redeem those decisions?  I’m not there.  And I hope you’re not either. 

Mr. MacFarland allowed that a single person could adopt a child if she was really called by God.  Was I “really” called?  I guess.  I’m not sure how to answer that question.  I know that the Lord was very clear throughout my adoptions.  He spoke; I listened.  If that means I was called, then so be it.  But who gets to decide whether another person has been called?  Isn’t that something they will have to take up with their maker at Judgment Day? 

As for me, I had many reasons for adopting and they were different for each of my children.  My first adoption was born out of a desire to be a parent – a desire which God confirmed would be met through the miracle of adoption.  My daughter (number two) came to me after God spoke a word in the most unlikely of places, straight to my heart:  “She is your daughter.”  Whoa.  While I wrestled with that for weeks (more for health reasons than for the fact of a second adoption), I know in my heart that God spoke those words and that He intended Leah for my family.  Last, the three of us were a well-functioning {and healthy, I might add} family unit when my son began to pray, unprompted, for an older brother.  Initially, I thought he was crazy and believed that there was one more, younger child for our family.  Instead, Seth was right and his big brother came to us through more miraculous, God-ordained moments

Were my motivations pure?  Was I called?  I’m not sure what that means or who gets to decide, but I don’t believe that my motives were all that different than most parents who seek to grow their family:  love.

Let’s stop making decisions for people that should be left up to the guidance of the Holy Spirit.

Last, it’s a bit ironic that the podcast ends with the host admonishing listeners as follows:  “We do need to look to scripture for our Biblical model of care . . . the best family that God intended from the beginning includes one mother and one father.”  The irony stems from the fact that not once – in a fifty minute discussion – did the host or either participant mention scripture in defending their position.  The most that was said is that “God created Adam and Eve.”  Never discussed was James 1:27 instructing all believers to care for widows and orphans.  Moreover, where scripture is silent on an issue (as it is on single parenting) believers are guided by the wisdom of the Holy Spirit.  John 14:26; John 16:13.

Our blanket statements can cause more harm than good.

The Bible is full of people who minister from broken places.  Whether it was Ruth (the widow) or King David (adulterer with multiple wives) or Bathsheba (King David’s mistress) or Tamar (the widow prostitute) or Abraham, Moses and Jacob (each polygamists) or a host of others in Jesus’ genealogy, our Father in heaven is notorious for using humans in their brokenness

I worry that in our haste to make public proclamations about our “stance” on single-parent adoption we are inadvertently {or ignorantly} sending a message to millions of women around the world.  The message is this:  Your families are not healthy.  You are not enough.  Although you are trying, you will never measure up to a two family home.  You are deficient and need a man to be legitimate. 

This pains me.  Instead of worrying about the decisions of others {that might actually result in a child living within a loving family} the church ought to be spending its time working on supporting single mothers in their community whether they came to that life position by choice or by circumstance.  Rather than standing in judgment of their family, we have an opportunity to love and provide male (and female) role models.  We can be the village that so many children (single parented or not) need from the church.  Instead of casting the first stone (John 8:7), let’s support those women who are putting their hope and trust firmly in the Word where it states, “A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in His holy dwelling.”  Psalm 68:5.  Amen?


June 7, 2010

And then there was the freak out

I knew it would come. I knew that I was a little bit in la-la land. And this morning, it hit. The freak out. I figured if I was going to write about God’s victories on this blog, I had better write about the challenges I face as well.

I slept good last night – long and without waking up. But when I did wake up, I was agitated. Too many thoughts rummaging around my head and causing doubt, fear and panic. I wonder what in the world I’m thinking with Betty. What if we don’t bond? What if she gets AIDS? What if I can’t afford her medicine during her life? What if she dies? What if Seth doesn’t like her? What if my relationship with Seth changes? What if, what if, what if, what if…..

Then there was the sadness, again. Why am I still single? Wouldn’t this all be easier with a hubby for me and a daddy for my kiddos? What in the world is God thinking? And why not me? So many others, but why not me? I’m tired of this issue. Really tired. Tired of thinking about it, worrying about it, and being saddened by it. And yet, I’d love to bat these issues around with my husband, like so many of my friends get to. I’d love to hear his thoughts, concerns, and worries. His faith and love and support. All of it. I’m ready to not make decisions like whether to adopt Betty by myself. Past ready.

So, the wrestling and waiting and the questioning, confirming, accepting and moving has arrived. I have a few months to make sure I’m sure about this decision and any other adoption related decisions I have to make. I’m just going to pray the decision is clear as the day is long. Bring it, Lord. Your holy clarity. Come Holy Spirit, come.

March 14, 2010

Wait and See

I think flying time is a great time to pray. The hum of the plane drowns out most of the background noise and I can focus on something other than a two year old, ringing phones, blackberry messages, or TV. Ah, peace.
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On my trip to Minnesota this week, I prayed going both ways for the short one-hour flight. On the way up, I prayed through my "usual" list of things that God and I like to talk about. On the way back, I prayed for healing for my silly body. Total health! But it was the prayers on the way up that got me scratching my head this week.
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I was praying for a Godly man for Seth and me. My husband and his daddy. Not a new prayer. As I was praying, I felt like God was saying that he (my hubby) is coming and soon. Hmm. That's strange, I thought. Probably just my mind getting in the way of hearing the Lord. I prayed on but the moment didn't pass. Instead, it got stronger. So I asked God, "Why do I feel like you're telling me that my husband is coming?". And I waited. Just like that night two months ago when God sent a flashing neon sign (not literally) to get me into Seth's room to pray for him, God said to me: "Wait and see". What Lord? "Wait and see," He said again.
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Oooh that made me excited. :) I have no real idea what it means -- it's not as if He said, "Yes, he's coming soon and it will be this year and his name will be ___." [That would be nice, eh?] And I have precisely zero prospects on the horizon. But we worship a big God who can do anything! So I felt myself get a little excited. Do I know him already? Will I meet him tomorrow? Will we like each other immediately? Where does he live? What does he look like? So pray with me, if you're led, that this Word wasn't my imagination and that God was making clear His plan for Seth and me: a Godly man to lovingly lead our home. Go God!
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"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart." Jer. 29:11-13

March 1, 2010

Disappointment with God

How do we understand disappointment, particularly when it relates to those things for which we have repeatedly petitioned God? As someone has said, disappointment happens when our expectations are not met by our experiences. That has happened to me in this life and it's hard. I have a friend who is with me on this journey, both of us trying to understand God and His divine providence for our lives, even through disappointment. Neither of us understand it (most days) but we are trying!
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I have been praying for a husband for a long time now. Years. Decades, honestly. (It is hard to see that in writing!) And God has repeatedly said no. I guess more accurately, He has repeatedly not answered, "Yes." I have dated many wonderful men, any one of which I would have been blessed to call my husband. But for one reason or another, it hasn't happened. At some point, this kind of repeated whipping causes me to ask myself, "What is my sin? What did I do wrong? What am I doing wrong that is keeping me from this thing I want so much?" My friend is experiencing the same thing in her life, in a completely different area, and we were recently reflecting on how hard it is to wonder what the lesson is or wonder why God isn't answering our repeated petitions.
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Our conversation set me off on a path to find the answer. While I'm not sure I found any, I did find some thoughts: I first thought of Job. Job was a man of God -- second to none, scripture says. And yet, God allowed him to be tested beyond what any of us believe we could endure. He lost his family, his wealth, his health, and everything that was familiar to him. All of it. Can you imagine? Can you even allow yourself to "go there" mentally? I don't think I can. So my first observation is this: Is being single and being a single mom really the "worst" thing that could happen to me? Is _____ the "worst" thing that could happen to you? Um, no. In the face of eternity, it's not bad at all. And for me, with all of the difficult marriage relationships in this world (50% ending in divorce -- even in the church), singleness begins to look less bad and more palatable. And yet, there are those times, when the loneliness or longing is overwhelming, and I wish for that "other person" to be around, to comfort me or challenge me or cry with me, laugh with me, BE with me. S0 how do I deal with that disappointment? Where do I put that? My second thought is that God did not promise us that we would have an easy life or that we would "get" what we want all of the time. He simply didn't. He did promise us that he would love us and be with us and never leave us and prepare a place for us. But not that this thing called life would be easy or even "fun." ..................................
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I started writing this post last week as I was feeling the weight of disappointment, again. And then I went on a retreat to meet with Jesus. It turns out that the retreat spent a lot of time examining the burdens we carry. I carry some. Do you? One of my burdens is disappointment about being single. Really, disappointment with God. As I've said, I'm just not sure where to put that.
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I learned something this weekend. I learned that the answer to my disappointment is in God's Word. Duh. I should have known that. No, the answer is not, "I'll give you what you want" or even "I'll take the disappointment away." God could do that, but often He doesn't. So what does disappointment (with God) mean in the face of scripture that says, "Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart."? Hmm. We often use that verse to sound like this: If I love God enough, He will give me whatever I want. Not so.
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Maybe that scripture really means that as we delight in God, our desires become His. Holiness. Purity. Truth. Discipline. Mercy. Grace. Hope. And, yes. YES. Caring for orphans. Maybe as we draw closer to God, we begin to wear His heart. As I've blogged before, I don't know that God really cares whether I'm married or not. He cares about my brokenness over this issue because He loves me. But His priority is how I can be used for His kingdom. His heart. Not mine. More of YOU less of me.
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Shouldn't those things that make up God's heart really be the desires of our heart? Is there anything else that matters? Marriage is good. Marriage is highly esteemed and God ordained. Biblically. But marriage is not a mecca. It is not the end all. It is not above my relationship with God. It isn't equal -- not even close.
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God taught me that there are higher things for me to seek after in this life, which things are way more important than my marital status. But God did make me some promises in scripture and I need to hold onto those. Like His love for me. I am a child of God. Full stop. I'm awesome. Did you know that? :) I am fearfully and wonderfully made -- just like Seth. I've said before that I adore Seth with all of his glorious and sometimes painful issues. I adore him. He's perfect. And the same goes for me as far as God is concerned. He adores me. With all of my glorious and sometimes frustrating and silly emotions. With my height (all of it), my imperfections, and all of my junk. I rock! And I know this because God told me when I met with Jesus this weekend. I am a child of God. Amen!!
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So coming out of this weekend, I am making the choice to listen and believe the Voice of Truth and not what the world says about me (not good enough to be married), my family (incomplete without a husband and daddy) or my life (too chaotic). Period. I am enough and I am a perfect child of God, made in His image. Buh-bye burden!
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Heavenly Father, allow this weekend to seep deeply into my soul and take root. Help me to hold onto the Truth that You showed me, remember it, and celebrate it. Help me to remain free. I love you, Lord Jesus. Thank you for meeting me and blessing me and holding me and teaching me. Amen.
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"I have told you these things so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world!" John 33:16.

February 3, 2010

The Happiest Place on Earth

Monday, Seth and I and a bunch of our cousins visited the happiest place on earth. That's right: Walt Disney World. I wondered to myself a year ago about this place we call the "happiest". When you're there, even on days when it's not raining and cold like it was Monday, people don't seem all that happy. Parents are irritated and yelling at kids. Children are crying and tired. Lines are long and tempers flare. Happiest place indeed. I think the problem is really one of expectation and something God has taught me over and over in my life.
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We knew, before we went to Disney, that the weather was not likely to cooperate. Rain was called for the entire day. That was a bummer; surely not what you hope for on Disney day. But because of that, I had my expectations in line and my "plans" checked at the door. We went to Disney, got wet, had short lines (yay!), and ultimately had a great time. No, Seth wasn't running around screaming with delight like he might have. (Turns out he was on the verge of being pretty sick.) And a smile wasn't permanently plastered to his face, and the sun didn't kiss our cheeks or even show its face, and we were fairly wet and, at times, miserable. But we had fun. http://sethcameron.blogspot.com/
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What does Disney have to do with the topic of this blog? Single and adoption..... HUH? Expectations. Seth doesn't disappointment me except when I expect him to be someone he isn't. Like my one year old cousins who are starting to talk, even though they are a full year behind him. Or my three year old cousin who can run and jump and drive a barbie jeep like a champ. Or my seven or nine year old cousins who are so sweet and social and funny. Nope. Seth isn't like them. And I need to constantly check my expectations at the door or I'll go crazy! My next child won't disappoint either, if I can keep my human expectations in check. See, even my sister's "perfect" kids don't always meet expectations, and that's okay. Just like Seth's okay. It's all about expectations.
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Don't get me wrong. I think expectations are important. Particularly for kids. If you don't expect anything, your kids will have no goals; nothing to push for, nothing to push them. I guess the part I'm talking about is a little different and relates to the expectations we put on life and situations and people.
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Expectations are HUGE in relationships. I remember hearing that years ago when I was in my 20s and wanting to be married. If you expect perfection, you will always be disappointed. I will always be disappointed. If I keep a list of criteria to be my friend or my boyfriend, I will constantly be let down. It's only in keeping our "lists" in line with what God's Word says that we will not be disappointed. In real life, the sky doesn't often part, the birds don't sing, and life doesn't become some ridiculous playground of fun. (Can you tell I was just at Disney???) So that's what I'm working on. God and me. Expectations. Godly expectations. For me, for my kiddos, and for the one-day Captain of Team Steiner. Expectations. Check.
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David sang in the Psalms, "For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope (expectation) is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be shaken." Psalm 62: 5-6. Hope in the Lord. Expectations only in Him. That's the surest way I know to the happiest place on earth.

January 10, 2010

Captive Thoughts

I realized something over the holidays: I am not an animal. I know that sounds funny, but stay with me. I am fully human, created by God with a complex brain that I will never understand. As a woman, I have the ability to take captive my thoughts (“We destroy arguments and every lofty opinion raised against the knowledge of God, and take every thought captive to obey Christ . . . .” 2 Corin. 10:5) and have the un-animal ability to control the wanderings of my over-active brain. I am not an animal. This may sound silly, or like something that you figured out a long time ago, but not me. For me, this realization was life changing. . . .
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In the late fall, after a few tough months, I was nearly out of good books to read. I inquired of a number of my friends about books they recently read, threw in a few others I heard about, and passed those lists along to my fam. Happily, I now have a nice new stack of books to read, and plenty of them will probably end up discussed here! One of the books I picked up is “One Month to Live -- Thirty Days to a Regrets-free Life.” I heard about this one on Moody radio and it fits right into my holiday realization.
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The idea of the book, which I’m a total of five days into (stay tuned), is that some of us might live a little differently if we recognized that we had limited time left – 30 days. This was a subtle part of my realization over the holidays, pre-book. See, there are things in this life that are hard. Really hard. People are hungry and hurting; soldiers are dying; children are parentless; relationships are broken; sickness is everywhere; war abounds; evil grows. There are things in my life that are hard: Seth’s medical challenges and what those mean for him in school and life. His surgeries. My own silly medical stuff. And failed dating relationships.
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If you know me, you know that I’m no stranger to expressing my feelings. I’ve never been good at faking anything. If you want to know how I “really” feel, look at my face (or my sleeve). The answer is right there. BUT (and this is what I’m learning) I do have some control over how long those emotions spin out of control. In the fall, I was grieving a rejection that cut me deeply in addition to having an overly packed medical agenda for Seth and me. I was so sad and I allowed that sadness to steal four months of my life. That is not okay! As I type, nothing has changed in my circumstances – I’m still single without prospects, and Seth and I still have medical challenges ahead. And yet, something has changed. I have uncovered (again) my joy.
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You see, what I learned in December is that I can sit around and think about how I was rejected and why that happened and how it resulted in a tough fall. Or about how my newish car got wrecked and my electricity was popping and (seemingly) prepared to blow up my house on Christmas and how many doctors I have yet to see. Or how hard it is that I’m still single and how it would be better for Seth to have a Daddy and me a partner in crime (ha). OR I can live this life doing the things that I know honor and glorify God and make me happy – all of which result in JOY. For me, that’s adopting God’s children. “Learn to do good. Seek justice. Help the oppressed. Defend the cause of orphans.” Isaiah 1:17. There is not one place in my life where I am happier, more fulfilled, and more in the center of God’s will than when I am with my son or when I dream about my future children. Period. Nowhere else.
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If I had thirty days left to live, I would be doing what I’m doing right now. I would love on Seth. I would adopt another child. I would dwell on those things I can’t change a lot less. I would move forward and stop looking back (see Lot’s wife, the pillar of salt). I would live in JOY.
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That’s not an easy undertaking! For about three weeks, I’ve been doing great. I smile more. I laugh easily. I look in the mirror and see someone different. I have hope. And maybe that’s the bottom line. Hope. Hope is forward looking. Hope is expectant. Hope is hopeful. :-) While there is a lot of pain and suffering in this life, I’m choosing to live like there is no tomorrow, because, frankly, there may not be! I’ve taken captive my negative thoughts and I choose not to dwell on the past or on the pain of this world. Sure, life is hard, and I pray my heart continues to break for the things that break God's heart. And yes, there will be more hard times in our family. I will still grieve and cry out and refuse to fake it. That’s just me; and I believe it’s also the way God taught us to experience this life – Fully in the moment, but not stuck in the moment, looking forward with hope to His plan for us. His plan for me. I still have 25 days of the book left to read (there is one chapter per day) and, Lord willing, 60 years of putting into practice my holiday realization. :-)

God help me to keep my eyes on YOU and no one else. Keep me focused. Keep me single-minded. And when I get wrapped up into unhealthy thinking about things that aren’t eternal, help me ask myself, what if you had just thirty days left???