I was always amazed at the thoughtless comments offered by mere acquaintances or by strangers concerning the adoption of my two youngest children. “Oh, you’re getting one the easy way” OR “don’t you have enough kids already?” Well, if you’ve ever adopted, you know that the pain in giving birth doesn’t compare to the pain of a disrupted adoption, or a birth mother changing her mind, or the long, long wait and the mountains of paperwork to be filled out and sent in strictly¬†according to someone else’s schedule. As to the second remark, who decides the “perfect” number of children? That is an intensely personal decision. I didn’t want Hannah to be the “only” adopted child in our family and feel different (adopted children typically go through a internal struggle about truly belonging – especially girls), so Stephen was chosen by God to be our son. It wasn’t an easy choice, nor a popular choice, but Stephen is a blessing to all who know him. Don’t buy into the pop culture of 2 kids, 2 cars, a dog and a cat, and that’s plenty. Compare your lifestyle to that of a child who’s been in four different foster homes before he or she is 4 years old. They didn’t ask to be born, but once here, we as a society are under an obligation to care for them, nurture them and provide sorely needed encouragement. Not the government, mind you, but us. “We the people.” We especially need more foster and adoptive homes for people of color. An adopted child can be an immeasurable blessing to all involved. The need is so great, but the willing hearts and homes are often busy with first world problems, such as the local barista is out of our favorite flavor of coffee. Or the internet is slow. Our complaints are trivial compared to the great need for loving homes for children. Won’t you be the answer to a child’s prayer for a family?