Sunday, August 2, 2015

a beautiful mess

It has been 6 months since we brought our daughter home. This time last year I was still grieving the news of our disrupted placement. I was so confused, hurt, and broken. What a lot of people don't realize about adoption is that a disrupted placement is still a loss of a life. It is as though you are burying a family member you never met, but in your heart already loved. It is understanding what you thought your role might be in a particular child's life isn't reality. In all actuality every phone call or text message of a birth mother choosing a different family was a loss, because even the hope of a child opened your heart to love as if he or she were already yours. This may sound insanely odd, but I know my fellow adoptive mama's are saying AMEN! 
     Within the last few weeks I have had so many people ask me about our disrupted placement and how we figured out life after. I have seen and heard the fear of possible adoptive families wonder if they could take that risk. So for those on the fence trying to decided whether or not adoption is right for your family I want to share the following based off of questions and comments we have gotten.
 
Is it the risk of a failed/disrupted adoption worth it? Absolutely - 110 percent yes! I could never have prepared my heart for the experience of adoption and the intense beauty that comes from it. There is no explanation that will adequately share how the Lord has intertwined my life with my daughters. Having both a biological and adopted child is beautiful within itself. Yet, I fail to be able to explain my love towards my children. Do I love one more than the other ... absolutely, positively NO! However, is it a different love - Yes. To see how the Lord has allowed my womb to care for my son and another mothers womb to care for my daughter is this messy story of Gods great grace that I daily fail to understand and be able to explain. There are deep reminders of love and grace when I look at my children. Yet, when I look at my daughter there is this gut wrenching, breath-taking, outpouring of grace and humbleness that sweeps over me. That I (in all my ugliness and filth) was found worthy (for the lack of a much better word) enough in my Saviors eyes and in my daughter's mother's eyes to be her mom. In domestic adoption (adoption within the United States) there is a very real chance of experiencing a failed adoption. Is a failed or disrupted adoption the end....absolutely not. Research shows that 10-20 percent of all known pregnancies end in a miscarriage. Should that fear in itself stop someone from trying to start a family - no. Is it easy --Heck no, but what in life is honestly easy? I was never prepared to be taken advantage of the way we were in our first placement. It wasn't easy, it wasn't fun, but did it have purpose - YES! From the moment I found out what was happening I had this resonating peace that "if not, He is still good". In fact, I even painted a large canvas and stuck it on our living room wall as a constant reminder - even if we were to get 100 more no's God is and will always be good, 
People have said it just wasn't fair what happened... No - but what in life is fair. If you think about it nothing about adoption is fair. It constantly points me back to our Savior. Adoption itself isn't fair. It is the result of a fallen world - otherwise my daughter would be snuggling on her birth mother instead of me. She would never have been ripped away from the smell and voice she came to know as familiar for 9 months. She would never have to ask the questions that she will ask far to soon. She would never have to one day see the looks on people's faces as they see our family and for whatever reason do not approve. God did not create this world for children to be orphaned, but he allows what has resulted from sin to be a beautiful story of redemption for his own glory. 
 I still remember sitting on my son's bed the night I found out doing everything I possibly could to hold back the ugly sobs desperately fighting to come out. I read him his book with tears streaming down my face almost suffocating for the chance to kiss him good night and allow my heart to weep. It was the deepest most gut wrenching sorrow I have ever experienced and hope to never experience again. Yet .... Christ used it so beautifully. He used it to pry my clinched hands of any control I thought I had over my life. He used is to break my heart to allow him to mend. He sought me out in my loneliness and cleansed me of all anger. He used it to bring me to my daughter. In sorrow there is such pain, but there is such growth and beauty on the other side. 
     So how did we manage after... we put one foot in front of the other and allowed the Lord to continue writing the story we had so faithfully entrusted him to write. Life is messy and adding adoption to that just makes it messier. Yet, in that mess is such intoxicating beauty that would never have been understood or seen apart from the mess. 
           Is life after adoption easy - ummmmm no - but is life after adding a member to your family easy in general? I think not. 
   I look at my daughter (and son) and grieve because sadly I know this is the easiest their life will ever be. After seeing so many people close to us being pregnant Judah has begun to ask " Mama where did we get Mia?" Although I explain that God brought us Mia .. if you asked him if Mia was in his mama's belly he would say yep. Soon - he will begin to understand this was not so. One day my he will be told by the world that the shade of our skin makes us different. One day he will have friends ask him why his sister doesn't look like him. One day my daughter may struggle with feeling of abandonment. One day she will be asked why she looks so different from her mama. One day she will hear someone comment on how much my son looks like his daddy and grieve never hearing the same. One day she will see people turn their heads towards our family as though we aren't really there or see the disapproving looks people give me as though I could not adequately care for a child that does not look like myself. She will hear people ask "Where'd you get her?" Yet through all of these experiences there is this amazing redemption that Andy and I get to share with both of our children. There is this understanding that diversity is beauty and the kingdom of God is so beautifully diverse. We get to be apart of this beautiful mess and allow the Lord to use our family in ways we fail to realize or understand. 
       Maybe this beautiful mess is for your family...and maybe it isn't. If not - I encourage you to be willing to invest in someone's life that is.
     Life without risk is a life not lived.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

The story of how we met

 Oh how I have waited for this very day.... how many times I imagined how it would play out... how everything would unfold. Truth be told, I always knew it would be better than I all the scenarios I thought up....
 
   Throughout this whole adoption journey the Lord has revealed himself to me in new ways. He has allowed me to ache deeply in order for me to thirst more for only the peace he can offer.


Where our story began ....
  6 pm December 30th we were called about a birth mom of a baby girl who would be viewing our profile the following day
  December 31st we received word that the birth mom did not show to view profiles ... at this point we had become familiar with this scenario and no longer thought anything of the situation.

Fast Forward to Wednesday, January 7th
    My sweet boss pulled me aside and began telling me about a two week old baby girl that happened to be in interim care with an amazing family at our school. I stopped her and asked the baby girl's name  - It soon came clear to me that this baby girl was the same baby we had gotten a call about. I couldn't believe it .... how small of a world that she would be placed in the care of parents of a child in our little school.
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That afternoon I saw her. She was tiny, beautiful, and absolutely perfect. and then my heart broke into a million pieces. I held myself together until I got home and then I fell apart. I didn't know why but she already had my heart. I tearfully contacted my closest friends and asked them to please pray she would find her forever family soon.

 Over the next week I continued to catch glimpses of her as her sweet interim mom came to pick up her son. I prayed and prayed for the family that would one day call her their own. I had such  peace that she would have a forever family even though it would most likely not be ours.

Thursday January 15th we had our yearly home study update. I sat with our case worker as s he asked how we were doing in the waiting ... I told her I was crumbling .... I was weary. She encouraged me and said she had hopes that it wouldn't be much longer...

The next morning January 16th I got a text saying birth mom would be coming in to view profiles. I was so excited for her and prayed the Lord would prepare their hearts while secretly wishing it could be us. At 10 pm that night we got the call that would change our life. "She choose you guys"
   Wait what??? I couldn't believe it. Her birth mom had really chosen us... not having any idea I had already met her and fallen in love. We discussed plans to meet her birth mom that coming Tuesday and the got off the phone. I sat in bed and shook for nearly an hour. God is more gracious and loving than I can dare to understand.

The following week was an emotional roller coaster. Our meeting with birth mom on Tuesday was cancelled and rescheduled for Thursday. Thursdays meeting was cancelled and rescheduled for the following Monday. Monday morning the meeting was nearly rescheduled again, but after some tears and prayers it was back on. That afternoon we spent two beautiful hours talking with baby girls birth mom. We talked about her dreams and hopes for baby girl and what the future might look like. We got to know her and begin forming a relationship with her.After tears and hugs we left and began preparing our home for our daughter.

 Three days later her birth mom courageously surrendered her rights in court and we were set to receive placement of our baby girl the following afternoon.

 Friday January 30th came (364 days after being approved as a waiting family) - the day I had waited for for so long. The day our daughter would come home. I had so many emotions running through me. Such peace and awe at seeing what the Lord had done and prepared for us. I will never forget the moment she was placed in our arms. She had on the most beautiful dress and she looked like a baby doll. We sat and just stared and talked to her, our case worker took pictures. we breathed in her sweet smell and we fell deeper and deeper in love.

Coming home was something I lack the ability to completely express... It was a perpetual state of bliss followed by heartache. The more I fell in love with my daughter - the deeper I grieved for her mother - the more humility I discovered in the gift of a mother choosing me to be the one her daughter calls mom... to see her first smiles, her first taste of food, her first steps... The more unworthy I feel to be given this gift.... the more grace I have for others.... the more of a weeping mess I have become.

     We have had her home for 11 days now and have officially made it through the revocation period. I have breathed out my last bit of breath that I had been holding on to. Welcome home baby girl .... welcome home.

 The Lord is infinitely gracious and compassionate. He chose to so delicately weave our stories together with such compassion and attention to detail. He poured his peace over me throughout the last month as we waited for today to come.  This whole adoption journey has been one filled with clinging to Lord moment by moment. It has been a quiet whisper of "Do you trust me" resounding in my soul. I must admit at some points I didn't ... at some points I was so weary. But the Lord is so faithful .... His works don't depend on my strength...instead he quietly leads us into a deeper understanding of his grace

Our story doesn't end here.... this is just the beginning
We know the Lord is at work in mighty ways through our family...
We know the Lord has brought our daughter and her birth mom in our lives for a specific purpose
Raising a daughter is terrifying......and yet the Lord has already begun quietly pulling my heart asking .... do you trust me?
Our prayers don't stop here ... our faith doesn't end now ....
 This is only the beginning  :)