Such was the opening question from one of my boys the other day.
Not sure where this was going, but assuming it had something to do with playing outside, I easily responded, "Not much. Why?"
"Well, since we have free time this afternoon, I was thinking we could go down to the shelter and get a couple of kids to bring home."
I took a second to digest that.
"We have plenty of room, Mom. And those kids need homes. Please Mom, can we? Please?"
I didn't immediately know how to respond to his request and help him connect with the reality that it's not as easy as picking up a dog from a rescue center, or getting a new cat, without crushing the spirit of the request.
And my word, I loved the heart behind it. Carefully, I told him that there is more of a process to adopting kids, to help make sure that the kids go to good homes - processes that are intended to protect them. But I encouraged him to continue to pray that God would bring the right kids to our home in His perfect timing.
God has placed within the souls of my children a heart that is broken for kids who need homes. I love it, I'm challenged by it, and I'm blessed by it.