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Are you being called to foster or adopt?

Many of us heard or saw the story of Davion, the young man in Florida who went to church to plead for a "forever family." The 15 year old was tired of being bounced from foster home to foster home, and wanted a real mom and dad.

"I'll take anyone," Davion said. "Old or young, dad or mom, black, white, purple. I don't care. And I would be really appreciative. The best I could be." 

Apparently, so many people responded that they crashed the phone lines of the adoption agency working with Davion.

You know what? There are a million Davions out there. In Michigan alone, there are about 14,000 kids in foster care at any given time, and there's always kids that need care and can't get it. Nationwide, the numbers are closer to half a million.

Pro-lifers are always being accused of caring for the fetus, but not the mom or the child in need. A baby is adorable, a terrible two year old or a teen with a past - not so much. But that is where Christ is calling us. In fact, he might be calling YOU. Not the family next door, not that really "good" family at church, not someone else - YOU. Your family.

Is it easy? Nope. Is it fun? Not always. Will it be disruptive and difficult? Yup.

You might be called to it anyway.

Will it cause you to re-think your sanity? Undoubtedly.

You might be called to it anyway.

Pray. Talk with your spouse and kids. Talk to your pastor and spiritual advisor. Pray some more.

There are so many kids. True orphans. Is Christ calling you?


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