When Saying ‘Yes’ Gets Hard

My husband and I always said that “someday” we wanted to foster or adopt. When we were challenged by a friend who asked us what we were waiting for, we decided to start taking steps towards making “someday” a reality.

Fifty-plus hours of classes, dozens of home visits, multiple background checks and fingerprints, and four years later, we are living out our “someday” dreams. But – reality check – foster care is not easy! Another foster kiddo left us recently. And while we are always happy for kids who get to move on, it’s never easy to say good-bye. All kinds of hard feelings hit us. Regret that we couldn’t help more, uncertainty about when we will get to see them again, and sadness for the loss of a friend.

Saying “yes” to vocational ministry or volunteer opportunities can take a similar toll. Unexpected crisis phone calls (always when one or more kids are crying or dinner is boiling over), busy evenings, other people’s expectations for your career (choices/time/life), interpersonal conflict, extended training times away from family… There is always a cost to saying yes to a calling.

If you have ever said “yes” to foster care or adoption, ministry, volunteering, missions, or some other way of giving away a portion of your time or resources for the cause of Christ, then you know that saying “yes” wasn’t easy, but it felt exciting, right? Adventurous. Brave. And you were set on it. Set on the “yes” that had already taken hold of your heart.

The excitement of the “yes” carries you through preparation, training, speaking, raising money… anything you need to do to get to your fully abandoned new reality.

And then, one day, you look around at your new reality. Fortunately, it is a new adventure – just as you hoped it would be! And fortunately, you are still doing your best to walk in obedience to what you heard God calling you to do. But unfortunately… you are still the same you that you have always been.

You rose to this occasion – only to discover that it’s hard to walk on your tiptoes. Sooner or later you would have to slump back into your old gait, flatfooted and easily tripped.


Becka Asper
Becka Asperhttp://beckaasper.com
I'm a mom of five (4 bio, one foster), I homeschool two (and a half) of them, and I write for YoungLives (Young Life's ministry for teenage moms). My goal is to help us salvage a meaningful life as a faithful followers of Jesus even in the midst of the messy and mundane parts of life.

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