We have six children; two boys that I birthed, two girls that we adopted from Russia, and two girls that we got when they were teenagers. Morgan was 14 years old when she came to live with us. I knew immediately that God had brought her into my life to be apart of our family. I never once woke up and wondered ‘what in the world am I going to do with this teenager living in my house?’ I loved her right away as if I had given birth to her. She’ll tell you that the more I loved her the more she pushed me away. She has her own testimony through these years and it's amazing. Even though I have loved her the entire time, I am so proud of the young woman she has become and perhaps she will share her testimony with us some day.
We went through a very long, very tough season. It wasn’t just ‘POOF’ everything was great!! I won’t share all the details of this tough season but let me say that as hard as it seemed for me at the time, I can’t imagine being fourteen and watching my dad fall apart, losing my family and then moving in with a family I didn’t know. There were many tears, many prayers and many frustrations. I will also say that in spite of all my mistakes, God was faithful!!!
After Morgan graduated high school and then cosmetology school, she moved out! It wasn’t easy to see her go. Mainly because I was scared that we hadn’t built a strong enough bond in the few short years she lived with us to maintain a life long relationship. I was scared that I had lost her! I wanted a relationship with her, a friendship with an adult daughter. I felt like I had put the time in and this was the reward that I wanted. It’s all that I had ever wanted, a relationship.
However, after she moved out, through a series of miscommunications and hurtful circumstances on both our parts we stopped talking. After three months, a zillion tears, hundreds of prayers, a ton of frustrations, and many pity parties the Lord began to speak to me. I was reading the bible and I came across the story in Luke of the unprofitable servant.
Luke 17:7-10
And which of you, having a servant plowing or tending sheep, will say to him when he has come in from the field, ‘Come at once and sit down to eat’? But will he not rather say to him, ‘Prepare something for my supper, and gird yourself and serve me till I have eaten and drunk, and afterward you will eat and drink’? Does he thank that servant because he did the things that were commanded him? I think not. So likewise you, when you have done all those things which you are commanded, say, ‘We are unprofitable servants. We have done what was our duty to do.’
I actually said out loud, “Why would anyone want to work and not get paid?? That’s ridiculous!! Why is that even in the bible??” I slammed my bible shut and tossed it aside and went about my day, which included one of my biggest pity parties ever!!! My sweet friend called and got quite the ear full!!! I hadn’t talked to my daughter in three months and it didn’t look very promising. Just when we were about to get off the phone, my friend asked, “Are you the unprofitable servant?” I could have screamed!!! Instead I told her that I needed to pray and I hung up. God knew who to use to speak to me that day because she was the only one that could have said that and it be received.
I cried out to God and spilled my heart! I told Him how I only wanted a relationship with Morgan and that I had put in years of hard work towards that. I felt like I had just come in from the field and was being told, "Sorry no reward for you. No relationship for you. Keep working." I had gone above and beyond the call of duty for her and for Him. (Just being honest – this is how I felt.) Then, He reminded me of two conversations my husband and I had several weeks earlier. My husband had asked, “What if we adopted thirty children from all over the world. What if we adopted from China, Africa, Russia, Argentina, and where ever else we could think of? Do you think that all thirty of those children would love us or like us?”
I said that maybe some of them wouldn’t.
He said, “If we knew up front which ones wouldn’t like us, would we skip on them. If we knew we would change their lives, they would come to know the Lord and have a relationship with Him, their children would have the chance to know God, and they would be provided for, protected and loved would we still do it? Or would we only pick the ones that would choose to love us back?”
Of course the right answer is ‘yes, do it anyway’ and that’s what I told Monty when he asked me. I mean, I knew the right answer…but, as I sat there that morning broken in front of my Father I began to realize that that was exactly what Jesus had done. He paid such a high price for us all and not all of us choose Him. I realized the pain that I was feeling in this season of my life was not foreign to Him. How desperately He wanted a relationship with everyone. 2 Peter 3:9 The Lord isn’t slack concerning His promise, as some count slackness, but is longsuffering toward us, not willing that any should perish but that all should come to repentance. Jesus wants us all to have a relationship with Him, but even knowing that we all wouldn’t, He still died for all.
Then, the Lord reminded me of the other question my husband asked me about why we had adopted in the first place. He asked, “Did you need someone to pat you on the back, someone to say you’re a good person, a good mom? Why did you really do this anyway?”
This sounds much harsher on paper. He was very gentle in his tone and was simply asking the hard questions that most people would shy away from. My husband isn’t afraid to “Go There” when needs be. It may be hard to have these conversations and I need to prepare myself; but they hit the target every time. They lead me to the prayer closet each time to do a heart check!
I started to realize that there was a much bigger picture here than what I wanted or what I thought I was entitled to. I began to realize that if I never spoke to Morgan again I would still do it all over again. I would do whatever Jesus wanted me to do. Would I really do it all over again knowing that I would cry all those tears and have all those pity parties, yes!!!
It was in this moment that I went from the servant’s quarters to my Father’s house. See, one of the things that makes a difference between a slave, a servant, and a daughter is motivation. A slave may be motivated by fear; fear of consequences for a job not done well enough. A hired servant may be motivated by payment for a job well done. But a daughter; a daughter is motivated by love. When I resolved not only to give up my reward but also that I would go through all of it again even knowing the heartache and the struggles if it pleased my father and brought Him glory; that’s when I was set free. My heart turned from what I didn’t have to the One who had me. I would knowingly do it again. Why? Because at that moment, I became a daughter who longed to serve and please her Father whom she loved.
The story doesn't stop there. It was only weeks later when Morgan called and came over to talk with us. God had done such a work in both our hearts. After we cried, hugged, and forgave each other, we began the best mother daughter relationship I could have ever hoped for.
God is so good and so faithful!
Ephesians 3:20 Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us
Lord, thank You for Your faithfulness and goodness. Thank You that You are a good Father!! May Your Spirit of Reconciliation and Your peace and joy fill our homes. AMEN