I read this not long ago. Paul’s words to the church in Thessalonica. A church of mostly Gentiles, believers grafted into God’s family through faith by God’s grace. A church in the midst of persecution, opposition from their own people–the family next door, coworkers, people they walked by everyday. And, yet, they responded to God’s word and thrived. They were living in a way that pleased God (4:1) with hearts that beat as His. They loved the people around them as God Himself does (4:9-10). And, they did it together, encouraging each other as a community to keep on keeping on even when it was hard (5:11).
In Paul’s words to them as he started his letter, he assured them of his thankfulness for the work they were doing, work that was an overflow of their relationship with God. For their endurance, their long obedience in the same direction, only possible through hope. For their labor prompted by love.
The word labor here refers to unceasing toil, not something that is easy by any means. Put unceasing in front of anything and it becomes hard. Add it to toil and you have labor, a word many of us women know in a different sense and one I’d put with painful, uncomfortable, difficult, messy, emotional and physical and spiritual all at once, taking everything I have to give and then some.
As I thought more about labor and what comes to mind when I hear the word, it led me to this–isn’t this what adoption is? Labor in love?
There’s typically no physical pain like biological labor. No hospital delivery rooms, painful contractions and all that comes with that.
But adoption is labor.
It’s not just a romantic trip to another country or a life-altering phone call in the middle of the night. It’s a decision many think is crazy–maybe sometimes it is, crazy and irrational, illogical. It’s an unceasing commitment. It’s painful–for birth families. for children. and, oftentimes, for the people who become families. It’s uncomfortable–bringing home a stranger who became my daughter in a matter of moments was uncomfortable. Families who foster children who have been hurt, parents who bring home an older child or a child with a special need, or parents who were simply 2 and who are suddenly parents–it’s uncomfortable. Needless to say, it’s uncomfortable for the child as well–new place, new people, new language, new culture, new foods. It’s costly, difficult, messy. Emotionally, spiritually, physically exhausting.
It’s labor.
But, it’s redemptive. And, it’s fully possible. And, we’re fully able.
Because of love. And, because of hope.
And, with that in mind, we created a little reminder of that.
A subtle reminder of the labor that takes place in our hearts and in our whole lives, not in a hospital delivery room.
LOVE this post so much! My husband and I are about to finish our Home Study and this just described exactly how I feel right now. High’s and Low’s we are still excited about the child we will hopefully be able to add to our family someday soon. Until then, we will remember that this IS the most beautiful “Labor of Love”. Thank you for reminding me!
I am so excited for your with these Kelly! I KNOW these will sell well, they’re beautiful and the scripture behind it is … well, “perfect” doesn’t seem strong enough a word. Adoption IS labor, a beautiful labor. I will be so proud to wear this tee.
Love reading the story behind it!!! Can’t wait for mine!!
Love it! What a clever idea!
I really love this analogy and its tie to the scripture. We indeed labor to adopt, just as we do to give birth. It is not that dissimilar is it?! To labor for our children to come is definitely prompted by love–our love for our new child, and more importantly, our love for our heavenly Father, and even more importantly(!) His amazing love for us. This is really great Kelly– Holy Spirit inspired!
So true. I thought this time would be easier since we have adopted three children before this. But no, this adoption is labor just as much as the others, and in some way more so. It is a labor of love though.