On Monday night I decided to get my annual haircut. Yep, one haircut per year, it's just my thing…longer is cheaper, you know. Anyway, during this yearly routine of mine, God dropped a great opportunity to share some of His hope right in my lap.
You've been there before, required by circumstance to converse with someone you may never would have otherwise. Well, as happens to any Caucasian mom out with her African son, the lingering double-take and opening question of, "Are these yours?" nearly begs the conversation to start with our adoption story. This allowed our fifteen-minute conversation to go to a deeper place than I would commonly get to go. You know, deeper than it would have just discussing the weather or the dead grass this year.
She told me about how she and her husband have been unable to have kids and weren't sure what to do now and they have one religious friend…and…and…and…
How could anyone who has experienced the love and grace of God not take that bait! Mmmm…I love how God uses us to minister hope and truth to others. I want to take that very seriously. I want to take every opportunity he drops into my lap to reach out the hand of Christ.