Happy 2nd Birthday Isaiah!



The miracle can happen now

It’s no secret that music and words are significant to me.  For as long as I have known God and walked with Him I have often heard His voice and connected to Him through music.

When we brought Elliott home and throughout the spring of 2016, I spent many, many hours with her strapped to my chest in a carrier.  When I didn’t know how to make things better for her and was overall inadequate to meet her needs, she could often be soothed by being worn in a toddler carrier snugly against me.  Often, we would drop Campbell and Bennett at school in the morning and go for a walk.  So many days she and I walked and walked – just me and my earbuds and my Chinese baby girl strapped to my chest.

I don’t remember the first time I listened to this, but once I did I must have listened to it hundreds of times.  For many steps that turned into many walks that turned into many miles, I was claiming this for her life.  From defeat to victory.  From sorrow to joy.  From bondage to freedom.  From mourning to dancing.  The miracle can happen now.  The evidence is all around.  The Spirit of the Lord is here.

Over and over again we walked and I spoke these words over her.  Over her hard beginning.  Over her sadness.  Over the fear and the trauma that consumed a lot of our life for those months.  Over her future.

In a time where I was often exhausted, often overwhelmed, not sure how or what to pray and felt powerless, I needed this Truth to guide my prayers for her.

As time went by and we began to see little pieces of this girl’s heart transform at some point I didn’t have to desperately claim this over her anymore.  I began to see healing in ways that exceeded my expectations.  In ways that have overwhelmed me and brought me to my knees over and over again.  I saw life begin to flow through her.  Before my eyes she began to physically change from an orphan to a daughter who demonstrated that she knew she was loved.  At some point I stopped needing to desperately claim it over her because I could see the Lord answering my prayers and working it all out in her.

And then I began to claim some of it for myself.

“We’re not waiting on a move of God, we are a move of God”.

I began to evaluate all these things in the context of my heart.  What was the “little bit of faith” that we needed?  How did this apply to me?

It was from that place that we wrestled through our second yes.

To be honest, I fully expected our second adoption to look like our first.  I expected the process to be good.  The waiting to be hard, but the process to be exciting and generally smooth.  I geared myself up for the hard work of fundraising and the ache of waiting to get to our child, but fully anticipated that we would sail through all of it with little to slow us down.

I expected that like the first time, the real work would come when we brought our baby home.

If you have hung with us through this adoption process, then you know that has not been the case.   I have written quite a bit about how hard this adoption has been.  Through the last several months especially, we have struggled.  Sickness upon sickness upon sickness.  Car wreck.  Trip to the ER.  Identity theft.  Saying no to a referral.  Broken teeth.  Waiting and waiting and waiting for God to provide the funding.

Along the way we began to wonder why.  We began to question if all of this was deliberate.  We began to realize and feel affirmed that we were being attacked.  These things weren’t coincidences.  The enemy was attempting to dissuade us, to break us down, to prevent us from pushing forward.

A few weeks ago, right before Christmas, we saw God begin to answer our prayers.  In one week He provided $20,000 and fully funded this adoption.  We were matched with our precious son.  We received our Letter of Approval from China, giving us China’s official approval to make him ours.  In one week, we saw God provide and answer all that we had been waiting for.  It was an incredible, beautiful whirlwind.

I think at that point I breathed a sigh of relief.  It was over.  God had won.  There was nothing left to fight.  The enemy had no more room or ammunition to mess with us.  Our son would be coming home soon.

We enjoyed Christmas and the break with our kids.  Our best friends came in town to visit us.  We celebrated the New Year (the year of Isaiah!).  We got back to school and work.  I began to feverishly count down the days and weeks until China.  60 days.  We were in the home stretch.

After months and months of feeling like we were under attack, we began to put our guard down.  We stopped bracing ourselves for the next thing.  I very much put down all my spiritual armor and began obsessively looking at (okay, buying) little man clothes for the newest member of our family.  It felt like we shook off the hard and began to focus on the adventure in front of us: becoming a family of six.

And so it felt like the ugliest of out-of-nowhere, sucker punches when Russ was laid off from his job last week.

Less than 2 months away from leaving for China to bring home our fourth child, just after we have been matched with and fallen in love with our son, our primary provider has lost his job.

I think practically I should be concerned about things like paying bills and feeding all these people in my family, but at my core I felt instantly broken for my son across the world.  The wait to get to him was already hard.  I felt like someone had just thrown up a brick wall in my path.

After a few days of desperate tears and eating of many M&Ms, I found myself at church on Sunday morning.  Raw and exhausted and filled with uncertainty and trying to put on a brave face.

That morning the Lord spoke over the music and my thoughts and all my crying.

“This is when you choose faith”.

Here’s the thing.  I don’t get to say I am living a life of faith if all I do is point to the work that God has done after the fact and praise Him for his miracles.  To walk by faith means that I make a choice right now, in the midst of the part that I don’t understand, to believe that God is faithful to all the things that He has promised me.  To believe that when He says that He is ordering my steps, He really meant that.  When He said that He was working all things for my good, He meant that too.  When He said He would supply all of my needs, He was being serious.

And when He said nothing is impossible for Him, I can rest in that even when things look impossible to me.

Our reality right now is that China recognizes Isaiah as ours.  Our paperwork has gone through their process and we have been fully approved to make him our son.  They are not interested in the changes that have taken place at this point in our financial situation.

All of our remaining steps in this adoption have to do with securing his visa to come in the US as a new immigrant.  The American Government wants to know of any changes to our situation because they want to know that we are going to be able to provide for him once we bring him in to the country.

Ironically, assets don’t play much into this, as far as we have been able to discern at this point.  Our amended home study will have to show income up to a certain level in order for Isaiah to be granted a visa to come into the country.

Both our adoption agencies have been beautifully supportive and are working and fighting with us.  We are evaluating things like unemployment benefits and if they count, how much income do we need to show, and how much time do we have to do this before we begin looking at travel delays.  And although we have some answers to some questions, we are still very much in a place of not knowing.

So here we are.  We know who the God of the Bible is.  We have seen Him do incredible miracles in bringing our daughter home and in redeeming loss and hurt in her beyond what we were capable of.  We have felt Him sustain us through the tough months of this adoption.  We have seen Him provide in ways that can only be pointed back to Him.

And now we are looking to Him to pull this one out.

I have found myself going back to claiming this song this week.  Having faith, choosing faith, does not mean my emotions just jump in line.  I am human.  There is a reality of the situation that weighs on me.  I am sad.  I am weary.  Some moments I am fighting against fear.  I am ready for things to be tied up all neatly with a bow and feel like a sure thing.

But in the midst of that, I am believing.

How many believe mountains still move?

How many believe God still reigns?

Our Father who art in Heaven

Hallowed be thy name.

Your Kingdom come.

Your Will be done.

Here and now.

He has not wasted any of it


I’ve debated whether or not to write this down, to put this out there for the internet world.

Two years ago, when we first said “yes” to adoption, we sensed the Lord asking us to be willing to hold our story loosely.  Asking us if we were willing to not only go on this journey, but to also live it out loud.

We agreed to that.  We created this blog.  We began the journey with openness and candor and have tried to remain, even through the hardest of times, transparent about the reality of adoption and the goodness of God in the adoption story.

Sometimes I wonder if I would have known what I was saying yes to, if I would have hesitated more than I did?  There have been some moments where that vulnerability has felt like a curse.  I didn’t want to share the grief of letting go of our initial match in our first adoption.  I didn’t want to be vulnerable when it was hard in the first few months home with Elliott.  And for many months of this adoption, when things felt pretty cloudy and the way ahead was dark, I didn’t want to process or write.  And sometimes the hesitation to share is not just about me.  Sometimes I wonder if I am oversharing my children’s stories, if they will be harmed or angry by so much of their lives being broadcast.

I have experienced some good things as I have poured my heart and soul out on this laptop time and time again, however.  Some beautiful things.  Things that made me glad I have chosen to stick with it even when vulnerability was uncomfortable.  I have found that with vulnerability comes connection.  I have been loved on, supported, and cheerleaded through the last two years by people I know well and people I have never met.  I have had the joy of mentoring some precious mamas praying through the adoption process and beginning the process.  And I have been forced to process, to reflect, to remember, and to choose to give God glory in both the peaks and the valleys of all of this.

I realized that by not sharing this piece of our journey, I was eliminating a beautiful piece of the story that has been written for us.

The adoption program from China is a special needs program.  The children who are in orphanages and adopted out generally all have some sort of medical need or diagnosis.  This can range from correctable things to mild things to more moderate things all the way to more severe needs.  The term “special need” can be a little daunting, but these needs can be everything from birth marks to developmental delays to cleft lip/palates to heart conditions to limb differences to blood disorders to problems with the brain.  And everything in between.

At the beginning of the adoption process, you complete a Medical Conditions Checklist.  The MCC lists lots and lots of medical conditions.  You research conditions, indicate if you would be open to that or not, and then prioritize by age, gender, and medical condition.

During our first adoption, we poured over the MCC.  We researched every single medical condition listed.  We cried as we checked no to some things, feeling like the worst people on earth for marking that we would not be open to a child with this need or that need.  It felt like one of the heaviest, scariest, most heartbreaking things we had ever done.

This adoption it felt drastically different.  We have seen so much now.  We have made friends with people who live all over the country who have children with different special needs, children who thrive, children who live beautiful lives.  We have seen how families operate with deaf children, with blind children, with children in wheelchairs, and with children with chronic, lifelong conditions.  We have learned that these are kids whose greatest need is a family, who may happen to also have another diagnosis or two.  And all of it has become significantly less scary for us.

I think this time I filled out our MCC by myself over the phone with our caseworker.  Looking back at our MCC from last time and from this time, last time we checked yes to very little and this time we said no to very little.  It felt much more like we were prepared to consider the needs of a child in front of us and how they might fit into our family.

Someone in the adoption community asked me a few months ago, as we waited to be matched, if there were was any need I was particularly hoping for.  In reality, there was not. Elliott’s listed need is Developmental Delays.  She was likely premature and at the time her file was beginning to be prepared for her to be made available for adoption, she was very, very delayed.  By the time we got to her, she had caught up a little.  In the last 13 months, we have seen her catch up in crazy, miraculous ways.

In considering needs this time, we mostly thought about it in terms of our life as a whole and our other children.  Could we manage something with lots of hospitalizations?  Could we manage something with lots of surgeries?  Which needs might work into our already busy lives, as we add our FOURTH child?

I’ve already written about us reviewing a file this time before we were matched with our son.  A sweet, 10 month old baby boy.  A baby with Cerebral Palsy.

Although we ultimately said no to that file, part of the process of reviewing a file is to gather information, to talk to doctors, to pray, but to also consider: how might this need fit into our life?  For us, Cerebral Palsy (CP) was not a need that we had considered much.  Or at all.  To be truthful, it sounded pretty scary initially.

Like most diagnosis CP exists on a spectrum.  It is, essentially, some sort of damage to the brain, generally during birth or soon after, that results in motor skills being effected.  It can cause other disabilities as well.

After reviewing the file of the baby boy, we realized that his needs were beyond the scope of our ability to care for him.  He would most likely fall on the more severe end of the CP spectrum.

While it was heartbreaking to say no to this little guy, both for him and for us, through the process we realized we could imagine ourselves with a child with this need in a more mild form.  Something that would require ongoing maintenance like physical therapy seemed much more manageable in our life than something that might require a lot of surgeries.

A few days after we had said no and were back to waiting, I was telling Russ how frustrated I was with all of it.  Basically having a small temper tantrum.  Why did we have to be sent a file that wasn’t our son?  Why couldn’t God have spared us from that this time?  Why did CP have to seem like such a good fit for our family when he wasn’t our guy?

Nine days after we said no to that baby boy, our agency called with another file for us to look at, the file of an adorable, 23 month old little guy.  I held my breath a little on the phone that day as the director of our agency told me what I already knew, he had a diagnosis of mild Cerebral Palsy.

Below is the video we got of Isaiah a few days later.  He has some left side weakness and will benefit from physical therapy, but we think he looks pretty perfect.  Our only fear is that he might not think the stuff at our house is as cool as the orphanage (hello, drum set).

Just under two years ago, Russell and I sat on our bed one night and combed through all the diagnoses on the Medical Checklist.  If you had told those two people that day that they would rejoice at the phone call of a little boy with CP less than two years later, they would have looked at you with shock and disbelief.  Those people did not even check yes to CP on their first Medical Checklist.  Those people were walking on the shakiest of legs, feeling like they could be knocked down by any breeze that came by, completely unsure of every step.

In this journey we have been on, I have learned that God does not waste anything.  Times we have waited.  People we have crossed paths with.  Ways He has provided.  Files we have reviewed and said no to.  He allowed us to flounder through the saving and the fundraising for months, so that He could astonish us and be glorified by providing $20,000 for our adoption in one week.  He’s allowed us to wait, longer than we wanted to wait, so that we might be forced to trust His timing.  And He allowed us to imagine ourselves as the parents of a 10 month old baby boy that was not ours because we needed to see that what used to be a “scary” special need was not.  We needed to be able, just 9 days later, to see the boy behind the need.  Our boy.

He’s not wasted any of it.

100 Steps to Isaiah

One week ago we were very sure of our calling and commitment to this adoption, but very unsure of how we might make it through this adoption. We were over $18,000 short of the funds we needed to bring our son home and in the middle of a very hard wait to be matched. In the span of a few short days, we were blown away at how God provided through our online auction and overjoyed to finally see the beautiful face of our son.
This morning we got a phone call letting us know that we have received a $5,000 matching grant through Lifesong and two local churches. We are now only $5,000 away from being fully funded. In less than a week, God, through His church and our village, has provided $13,000 to bring one very special little boy home.
As we get closer and closer to travel, will you help us take the last 100 steps to Isaiah? Pick any number(s) and donate that amount! Each donation will be doubled by our matching grant. Once all numbers are filled, we will be fully funded!!
Comment or email me with your number!! Donations are tax deductible.
give by check with “Directed toward King/6560” in memo
Lifesong for Orphans PO Box 40 Gridley, IL 61744
Thank you for fighting hard with us to bring our guy home!

Isaiah Edward Yang King

On Monday, December 5th we found out that our agency had received the files of 44 children.  We waited with anticipation to see if our son would be in that group, if we would get a call, and if our waiting would be over.  It was a hard reality to learn that we were not done waiting.  I struggled to find peace, to choose to believe God was still in the midst of all of this, and to wrestle through how much I wanted both His plans and my right now to coexist.

Last week was hard.  I desperately wanted to be matched before Christmas.  It was also the first point where we were “wasting time” in the adoption.  Our dossier paperwork had gone through all the steps it could while we were waiting to be matched and it was essentially just sitting in China waiting for us to be matched so that we could get on to the next thing.  People whom we had been moving at a parallel pace with were now passing us up, and as much as I was trying to trust that God’s timing was perfect…I was frustrated.

Around Tuesday I hit a wall.  I was sad.  I wanted to get in my bed and stay there.  Maybe for the day.  Maybe the rest of the week.  Maybe until they called.

By the end of the week, through the strength of a praying husband and a bag of chocolate, I had gotten in the groove again.  I was beginning to resign myself that this was not going to happen before Christmas.  We would get into January before we would see a match.  I started to wrap my mind around that and try to get my expectations in line.

The end of the week was our normal variety of crazy.  I had a double root canal on Thursday.  We got to pick our van back up after being in the shop to be repaired from a wreck.  Bennett had been out of school sick and Russell and Elliott were quickly on their way to catching his cold.  Plus, we were holding an online auction to raise money for the adoption.  It was, thankfully, taking my mind off the struggle of waiting.

On Friday morning both the big kids had Christmas parties at school.  Elliott and I partied it up in Campbell’s third grade class, then we started walking down the hall towards Bennett’s class to set up for his party.  I stopped to talk to one of my fellow Girl Scout moms for a few minutes.

And then my phone rang.  I’m on high alert for that these days.  I fumbled around in my purse and looked down at the number.

It was our agency.

I answered the phone and there in the middle of the crowded hallway, our agency director told me that the dust had settled.  That she had the file of a little boy that she wanted to send us.  His file had first been sent to a family in line in front of us and they had been waiting on that family to make up their minds.  She had met this little guy during a trip to China and loved him.  She was thrilled to send his information on to us to review.

As much as we wanted to pace ourselves and be wise, we both knew quickly.  By the evening we had spoken to a doctor about him.  We waited impatiently through the weekend to talk to our agency on Monday morning.

This morning we officially said yes and his file was locked in.

Friends, meet Isaiah.  Otherwise known as Yang Yang.

Our son.


Way, way back when we were first starting the process of this adoption, I asked God for something specific.  Would He show Himself in the dates?  When we looked at the life of our son, would He allow us to see significance in his birthday?

I didn’t quite know what that would mean.  Did I want him to share my birthday?  Our anniversary?  Would it provide the confirmation my heart needed if our son shared the birthday of one of our other children?  Although I didn’t know exactly what it would look like, I longed for God to provide some confirmation along the way that we were saying “yes” to the child that was supposed to be ours.

When we began to look at this little guy’s file, I looked back at my calendar to see what I was doing on the day he was born.  January 13, 2015.  It didn’t mean much of anything to me.  Not a birthday.  Not an anniversary.  Not a remarkable day that I could recall.

And then I began to think about what was happening in our life in those days.  We were in the midst of making the most scary, most overwhelming decision we had ever made.  We were struggling not to be overwhelmed by fear as we weeded through this call God had placed on our lives – to say yes to adoption.

On January 13, 2015, I stopped fighting against what I knew God was telling me.  I created this blog.  I wrote this blog post, my very first one.  Sitting at our kitchen table, perhaps more terrified than I had ever been.  Also more sure that God was speaking than I had ever been.

On a random day in January almost two years ago, I didn’t know where that yes would take us.  I didn’t know the beautiful girl that God would lead us to and the way He would wreck us as we watched up close the beauty of redemption.  I didn’t know the ways that He would change Russell and I, deep down to our core, as we lived out our calling for adoption.  I didn’t know that we weren’t done, that we would say yes again.

And I certainly didn’t know that on the day we first said yes, our son was born.


Let’s be real for a minute.  Adoption is CRAZY expensive.  Statistics say that one of the primary reasons that people don’t adopt is because they are deterred by the cost.

I get it.  Please.  Two adoptions in two years?  I’m pretty well versed in how expensive it is.

In the beginning of Elliott’s adoption, Russell and I had a conversation with each other about our willingness to stick out necks out financially in this.  Would we take out a loan for the whole thing if we had to?  Would we go into debt for this?

We were blessed during Elliott’s adoption to receive all the funding we needed very early on.  Through a mega garage sale, our own savings, and so many generous donations, we were able to not think about the money part for much of her adoption.

This adoption has been more difficult in so many ways.  We had exhausted a lot of our own financial resources the first time around.  We were given so generously to during our first adoption that we have not felt comfortable turning around and asking those around us for direct donations again.  I work less so that I can be home with Elliott more, so we have less disposable income.  Our church is going through a building campaign, so we have been sensitive to what we are asking our church community for.  And overall, we are in a harder economy than we were 18 months ago.

As we continue the wait to be matched and the days tick by, we are also moving farther along in the paperwork process in China.  This means that while we remain hopeful that we will get a match soon, the time frame between when we are matched and when we will travel will be much shorter than last time.  At this point, we will likely travel about 8 weeks after we get the call.  That feels a bit overwhelming when we consider how much money remains to be raised.

A few weeks ago, my bestie asked if she could do an online auction for us (yes, obviously :).  Before I knew it, she was off and running.  I feel overwhelmed and thankful at how much work she has put it, how many donations have been made, and the prospect of how much money we could raise through this.

I am EXCITED about the donations that have come in over the past few weeks.  Kendra Scott, Noonday, Younique, Scentsy, home decor items, LulaRoe, Rodan & Fields, some AMAZING handmade stuff (dolls and scarfs and blankets oh my!), and so much more.

Starting tomorrow, Wednesday December 14th and running through Friday December 16th at 8pm, we are holding the auction on Facebook.  We would love for you to come and shop.  All items will be shipped this weekend or early next week, so you should have in time for Christmas!

Click on link below to join group:




Our God is in control


When we sent our dossier paperwork to China in October, we began the wait to be matched.

This is a hard wait for most people in the adoption process.  Other than the moment you meet your child, probably the next most significant point in the process is the moment you know who that child is.  All of this work, this fundraising, this waiting and yearning – it’s all for this child.  Finally knowing who they are feels like a sweet victory.

We officially began waiting on October 19th.  After months of paying careful attention to every detail, of pushing towards this major goal, our paperwork was done.  And it was time to wait.

We were matched with Elliott 13 days after we began waiting.  13 days.  Less than two weeks of waiting.  While we knew there was a possibility that the waiting could be longer this time, what we had learned about the need for families to say yes to boys and our eagerness made us hopeful for a quick match.  We had also been told by our agency that they were expecting files to come from the Chinese government at any point and that we were not too far down the list, so it felt likely that at any point we would be receiving “the call”.

And yet days went by.  Weeks went by.  Halloween passed and we were in November.  All the sudden we were halfway through November.  All along we had been telling ourselves that surely we would be matched by Thanksgiving.  The day before Thanksgiving I mourned that it was not going to happen that way.  Then we were into December and still waiting.  Quickly, we were heading towards the two month mark.

As if the emotions of waiting aren’t hard enough, life seemed to swirl around us like a tornado as we waited.  Sickness after sickness.  Stomach viruses.  Ear infections.  Strep.  Asthma.  High fevers and random rashes.  Bronchitis.  Sinus Infection.  Last week, two days after I finished a round of antibiotics, I got another round of strep so bad it was almost unbearable.

A car accident.  An insurance dispute.  An emergency room trip.  Our debit card tampered with.  Fraudulent charges on our bank account.  More identify theft.  Yesterday a fractured tooth with abscesses under two teeth needing two root canals and two crowns.

It feels like we come up for air from one thing just to be pushed down from the next.

All the while we have been waiting.  Waiting to see the face of our son.  Waiting for some of this to make sense.  Waiting for some relief.  Waiting to feel like the madness has stopped.  I have gone from questioning whether we should quit this adoption to begging God to push us to the next point.  I began to understand that we were experiencing the ugliness of spiritual warfare.  The enemy was trying to stop us in our tracks.  With that, I began to plead with God: have us be matched.  Provide the rest of the money we need to do this.  Get us on a firmer foundation so the devil will leave us alone.

And every time, God has responded to me the same way.  You don’t need your circumstances to change.  You need me.  Your circumstances don’t put you on a firm foundation.  I do.

Towards the end of last week, we found out that our agency was expecting many files in the coming days.  Monday morning 44 files came in and the announcement was made “calls are coming!”.  We waited hopefully.  No call came.

On Tuesday our caseworker told us that they were still working through some of the files, but it was likely we would not be matched in this batch.  Late that afternoon she called with a file for us to look at.  A 10 month old baby boy.  The medical need was something we had never considered but we agreed to look at it.

It’s hard to put words to what this part of the process is like.  There is so much emotional buildup to waiting to be matched that emotions are inevitably high.  But there is a starkly practical part of this as well.   Conversations with doctors, evaluation of photos and videos, questions about development and potential and ongoing needs.  For people like us who make decisions in a spiritual context, it’s a weird place to be.  And to try to juggle all of that, while still guarding your heart and remaining disconnected enough to make a wise decision…it’s hard.  It feels unnatural at moments.

We dove into the process of evaluating his file.  We spoke to a doctor Tuesday night, requested more information from our agency, and went to bed cautiously optimistic.  We woke up Wednesday and prayed before we went our own ways.  God, would you show up here?  Would you be clear?

Before my day had even really gotten started Wednesday we got more information.  This precious baby boy was significantly more severe than we had thought.  He was beyond our capabilities to care for him.  This was not our son.

We are back to waiting.  Yesterday I was left raw.  It had been a roller coaster of a week.  My hopes had been up and down so many times and I was left grieving for this boy and for us.  I felt frustrated, sort of like after the waiting and the hurting a carrot had been dangled in front of us.   And now we were supposed to find some way to step off the hopeful roller coaster and go back to waiting again.

Yesterday, in the midst of my Thursday pity-party, a dear friend challenged me.  Could I believe that God was in Isaiah’s story before I was?  Could I believe there will be eternal impacts from this journey that go beyond what I can fathom right now?  Could I trust every part of this to be used for good whether I understand it or not?

We’ll see with our own eyes.  He was always in control.

Today, although I feel the weight of wait on me, I have been able to wait with hope again.  To resist the urge to squirm out from underneath the pressure I feel laying on top of me.  To choose belief.

And to look forward with expectation to how we are going to see God in the rest of this journey.  How we will celebrate the glory of a God that can bring great things out of chaos, that can protect us from the many arrows of the enemy, and can bring home the son He always meant for our family.

Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don’t try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way.  (James 1:2-4 The Message)