Here we go again . . .

My mind wonders and worries, wanders through questions of my insufficiency; how could He possibly call me? Send me?  Without degrees or training, nor wealth, nor influence, nor power, nor infamy, nothing notable, nor does anyone know my name; why would He send that?   The one who has nothing behind her name ~ no MD or PhD or MBA or anything of the sort, just her name ~ just Mom.  Why would He send “just a mom?”

Yet, in the quiet recesses of my mind – past the doubt, past the fear – there, I hear a quiet voice and He asks me a question, “When I sent my Son, My only Son, whom did I entrust Him too?  I placed Jesus in the arms of “just a mom.” 

Just a mom – a young, inexperienced, scared little girl - just a mom.  Not the ruling dignitaries, nor the elite and the powerful, nor those with countless degrees to their name – no, He trusted the Savior of the world to “just a mom.”

Is it entirely possible that He is now again placing precious little ones into the arms of “just a mom?”  Not only is it entirely possible but it is entirely probable.  Would He send “just a mom” to those who are hurting, those who are sick, those who are without?  I believe He has already answered those questions the moment He placed His treasured Son into her arms and the woman who was “just a mom” became His mom.

So, I too, have been called again and I will claim the title Mom once more but not “just a mom” I will become their mom and I will answer the call “Mom” nine times over. 

He sends us again to Ethiopia, this time to claim three who have waited entirely too long.  And our numbers jump from six children to nine children and Will and I are certainly outnumbered.  The orphaned teens ~ the oldest girl at 15, Shumbe, deaf and waiting; the brave young man, Kemal, he too is deaf and waiting and will join our ranks at 12 years of age; and the little one, Leyla, hearing and the spokeswoman for her tribe, rounds off the trio at 11 years of age. 

Are we crazy?  Maybe.  Are we scared?  Undoubtedly.  Are we running on God’s steam?  Most assuredly.  Are we blessed beyond compare?  Entirely.

So, we have our marching orders and we begin the fight again.  Why?  Because they are waiting . . .

We race on.  Please race with us at   ~   3orphans.com