The tension was high the evening we arrived at the airport to welcome two little girls from Latvia. Everyone held inside their own mix of emotions. It felt like we were asked to jump into deep and unfamiliar waters. There was no guarantee we would locate the treasure resting way at the bottom- we only had hope that God to could use our family to make a difference. Some of our children were excited to hold the welcome signs- others were plain confused. They wondered why we would sell our pop-up camper and not move forward to purchase a new family car. Why would mom and dad bring kids from another country to our house for Christmas?
It was that picture, the little sibling group with longing eyes that caught my attention. They looked like my husband’s cousins- almost familiar us. “Pray on?” my text read alongside their photograph. The answer that came wasn’t a “no” and it wasn’t necessarily a “yes”. I put my helper hat on -researching and praying. Did God really want us to sell our big vehicle and get the newer mini-van or did He want us to invest in something longer lasting? Did God really want us to share four weeks over Christmas and New Years with kids in the New Horizons For Children program? What were we thinking? Our six wondered the same thing.
While we were deciding, the picture disappeared from my screen– they were now reserved by another family. I couldn’t believed it was gone. My stomach sank, they were the ones that captured my heart at first. Then, our hearts dove deeper at the reality that some of the last chance kids face– this may be their last opportunity to visit America. What could we do? We wanted to host them all… The reality was– we couldn’t. So, we prayed more and narrowed down our list while on a lengthy road trip. It was the last day to choose and I couldn’t make up my mind– until I saw their photo. Pink cheeks and blond streaked hair– the same children that I had hoped would come to our home just days ago. My fingers couldn’t text fast enough– they were the ones…
“Then he said to them, “Whoever welcomes this little child in my name welcomes me; and whoever welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me. For it is the one who is least among you all who is the greatest.” Luke 9:48