We had four kids. Two boy, two girls...we had a boy and girl that looked like my husband and a boy and girl that looked like me. Perfect. Well-balanced, even...but not complete.
They are hungry, sick, unloved, and unvalued. They are without families, without hope, and without a good future...and while we sat in our comfortable home with our perfectly balanced, picturesque family, many of them were dying. So we decided to do something out of the box. Out of the ordinary, and certainly out of our comfort zone. And, yes, some people thought we were out of our mind...but since we're homeschoolers, we've gotten good at ignoring those kind of people. We kept on moving to what we were called to do, because out of our comfort zone is where the magic happens.
I have to admit that as a homeschooling mom, I really struggled with how adoption would impact the education I was already trying to provide for our biological kids. Would I be able to continue teaching our other four as well as we have been? Or will we be consumed with special needs? We don't know how long it will take to teach Andrey and Reagan English, much less how long it will take to teach them how to read. How will they behave? How will our biological kids behave once we are all together? How long will it take for this to all shake out? I was really spinning for a while.
This is the crux that flips everything else on its head. This compassion and value for each life moves our education from mere academics to passionate ministry that changes the world. This is why we learn, this is why we pursue a deeper education...because the more we learn, the more we can do about this.
Going out of the ordinary to achieve the extraordinary is familiar terrain for us. For the sake of our children - all of them - and their great destiny, we pursue what He has for us out of our comfort zone, because that's where He moves us.
Shannon is an Alaskan homeschooling mom who blogs about life at Copperlight Wood and Baruch's Lullaby.