Sometimes responding to the Lord isn't hard.
When I first heard the whispers of the Lord saying there was another Ayres' child, my response was blunt.
No. You must be talking to the wrong person. No. Absolutely not. No. No. No.
You can fight me on this, Ruth, but you must know he is just getting older.
You've gotta be kidding. This was the sound of my spirit yielding.
My concern has been it will be hard.
"Don't worry. We do hard," Andy said.
Not because I want to, I thought. Deep down, I knew he was right. We do hard. Last year I spent the entire year recovering and healing from hard. I spent 2012 learning how to do hard with joy. I finally felt comfortable again and then I heard that voice -- a rumble like thunder, but soft like butterfly sneezes. We were stepping onto another adoption journey.
Eighty days later I tucked Jordan in good night. The process wasn't hard. The wait wasn't hard. The match wasn't hard. The placement meeting wasn't hard. Meeting him and spending time with him wasn't hard. Transitioning him into our family wasn't hard.
Sometimes following Jesus' calling isn't hard.
In the first month of the girls' adoption, I committed Psalm 23 to memory. I was especially drawn to verse 4:
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.Today I was drawn back to Psalm 23. This time, verse 6 lingers with me:
One journey isn't better than another. They both represent aspects of being a Christ-follower. I needed both lessons. I needed to know that sometimes God expects us to do hard. And it is possible. I also needed to know that sometimes when we respond to the Lord our cups overflow.
My cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Either way, goodness and mercy follow.