I’ve learned that there is a certain part of the day that works best for trying to engage my son in good conversation…bedtime.
Now, this may be because he would like to prolong bedtime as much as possible (which I’m pretty sure is a passed-down gene through my side of the equation, so I can’t complain much), but I will engage his heart whatever the reasons behind him offering it up.
And, sure, there are nights that I am exhausted and just want him to GO TO SLEEP ALREADY.
But those nights that he is willing to engage and I am willing to engage, oh, the conversations that happen.
We got into quite a conversation about children in orphanages two nights ago, after he asked me, quite randomly, how much it cost to adopt a child.
We talked about the difference between fostering and adoption.
We talked of Children’s Aid and International Adoptions.
Carter told me he thinks I get paid a lot of money to foster, and he wanted to know what I do with all that money, because that money would buy a lot of beyblades and video games.
Well, Yes, Carter, it would. However, it would also buy formula and supplies for the baby, and a little left over which goes into the household budget. (Budgeting will need to be another lengthy discussion we have soon!)
I ended up telling him that he actually knew 2 children from an orphanage in Romania. (A wonderful family from our church that is a beautiful example of Christ’s love.)
He was wide-eyed and oh so curious.
We talked for a long time about the choices that we as families and individuals get to make.
We talked of fostering and the ways our family has decided to impact the lives of children.
We talked of God’s priorities and how we get to choose how we spend our money and our resources and our time.
It was so very good.
And then he was crying….tears in his eyes .
And I asked him what was wrong.
And he said he just kept thinking of all those babies in the Romanian orphanage.
So he prayed for them that night, a sweet prayer to Jesus to help those babies find homes.
I left his room with tears in my eyes.
And I can’t help but think that he went to sleep believing that maybe one day, he will be part of the change, part of living pure religion.
James 1:27 “Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.”