Let me tell you how this started.
I knew from a young age that I would be involved in adoption. In high school our youth group traveled to Mississippi where we worked with some very impoverished communities building homes, repairing churches, and in general loving on the people we were serving. We were blessed to spend a lot of time with them, even sharing meals and worshiping with them. When it came time to leave, I was beside myself holding on to some of the children trying to devise a plan for taking them back to Texas with me. I'm sure my youth minister at the time was wondering how he was going to handle this telling me, "Kirsten, you have to leave them here." But how? I remember pleading. How could we possibly see the kinds of conditions they were living in and just leave them. Of course, I was eventually convinced to climb back onto our bus, without the children in tow, and return. But I vividly recall pondering in my 15-year-old mind, "What if I could change their life? What if I could bring just one of them back home with me? Would that make a difference in their life?" There's no way to know, now is there? But I never forgot that feeling or that tug. Over the years I have sought opportunities to be a part of ministry programs, shepherding programs, working with youth—but there was something else. Something stirring in my spirit. He was preparing me to do more. xoxo
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