In 1997, when
I was 12 I went on a missions trip to Nicaragua, and spent 7-8 days in and around
the capital and surrounding city's. My heart broke for others in a way I had
never experienced before. I'm sure at that point I said in my heart that I
wish I could do something for everyone of the children I met on that
trip (roughly 100) but I didn't make any distinction in my life about adoption.
In 2003 I met Jesus in a way that was new and fresh and extremely personal. This picture is the third page of a journal entry in my Bible from camp that year. It’s dated "July 2003", this point in my life was full of pain and regret...I came to camp to be a counselor but I felt like I was broken... That I was unworthy that I couldn't be used. The beginning of the camp week was preparation for the counselors... Almost all worship and Word.
In 2003 I met Jesus in a way that was new and fresh and extremely personal. This picture is the third page of a journal entry in my Bible from camp that year. It’s dated "July 2003", this point in my life was full of pain and regret...I came to camp to be a counselor but I felt like I was broken... That I was unworthy that I couldn't be used. The beginning of the camp week was preparation for the counselors... Almost all worship and Word.
During one of the
worship sessions after I had my encounter and felt renewed I felt The Lord
telling me that a child, not directly from my body would need to be loved like
He loved me. That I would hold him and hug him and love him as my own.
This vision seemed at
the time to just fit into everything that was going on in my spirit but I had
no idea how or when this would happen... This journey has reminded me that God
does not forget and He has laid out a plan for our life and we are privileged
to be led by such a loving Father.
~Adam