November is National Adoption Month, and I would be remiss if
I did not bring this to your attention. There are many children around this
nation who need loving homes. Adoptions is not for the faint of heart nor for
those who quit when things get difficult because that is what adoption is, but
I can think of no other thing on the face of the earth that represents our
Father’s love for us any better.
The reason adoption is so dear to my heart is because it is
through adoption that I was finally able to claim the role as mother. It was
something I could not do for myself, and yet God placed the desire to be a mom
in my heart. I never had any great desire to give birth. I’ll just put that out
there. Having kidney stones at an early age cured me of desiring something that
would cause that kind of pain again. LOL. I believe that God gives us things in
our lives or allows things in our lives to shape us, our thoughts and desires,
so it’s easier to follow His will at times.
My husband and I went through fertility treatments which is
something I would never wish on my worst enemy. The hormonal roller coaster,
the weird things people would tell you, and every month grieving for a baby
that would not be makes for a grueling period in one’s life. We had a failed
private adoption. I became angry at God and depressed, but God was always
faithful. We found an adoption agency we could work with, and we began talking
to birth parents. Before you judge a birth parent, STOP! You don’t know the
road they’ve traveled, and unless you want to be judged by the same harshness,
I suggest you thank God for His grace, His blood and His mercy on your own
life, and that you’ve never found yourself in her shoes having to make a
sacrificial decision. Just sayin’. I’m a bit protective of birth moms.
Not everyone on this planet has the courage to be birth
parents, and there are some people who have no rights to be parents and should’ve
placed their babies for adoption. And by the way, those who choose to place
their babies for adoption don’t “GIVE UP” their babies in adoption. I really
hate those two words. Those who choose to be birth parents these days choose
the family who will raise their baby. Often times, they talk to the adoptive
parents and develop some sort of relationship. IT.IS.NOT.EASY. You don’t just
GIVE UP a baby that you carry for nine months.
Three months after we went to an orientation, I was in the
delivery room when our daughter took her first breath. Yes, that was something for
which God had me praying. I journalled the story of both of our adoptions
because I want our children to know that it isn’t by mistake that they are now
our kids. It’s because God designed it to be so. He wasn’t caught off-guard when
their birth moms became pregnant. He wasn’t surprised when the birth moms came
to a difficult decision. He was with them in those dark hours as well as with
us. My children are a direct result of prayer, praying for what God placed as a
desire in my heart.
Every desire He ever put into my heart, He answered.
I was called to adopt babies, but
there are some who are called to adopt foster kids. I applaud these people.
Some are anxiously awaiting a foster child now. Some are on pins and needles
waiting to adopt their foster kids, awaiting for birth parents’ rights to be
terminated. Loving and raising foster kids comes with a whole different set of
challenges and rewards.
One thing we have in common is the
pursuit. For those who God has placed the desire to adopt in your heart, you
know it’s a journey. It’s a journey to find the child God has chosen for you.
You don’t want someone else’s child. You want the one that God has chosen for
you. Waiting can be so difficult. Opening every door watching them close door
after door until one is left. The frustration that comes with the adoption
process. As adoptive parents we are tested and tried before we even become
parents. We are scrutinized to see if we are for real, if we have room, if we
can provide, if we can make a way for the child/children we are to adopt.
Here’s the thing, God knows how it
feels to be an adoptive parent. He pursues us. He wants you. He’s chosen you to
adopt. He’s been waiting to adopt you. Every wall that you put up, every
problem that keeps you from accepting Him, every hurtle that had to be knocked
down so He could adopt you, HE DID. You tested Him. You tried Him, and He didn’t
run.
I learned so much during each journey
to adopting our children who are bright and funny and beautiful. To genetically
not be our children, they are SOOOOO our children. Things that could not be
manufactured by environment have shown up in our children that are the same or
similar to my husband and I …down to our son not having an adult tooth in the
same location as myself. That is God. Just one of the many ways we are able to
show our children that God chose us to be their adoptive parents.
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