We talked casually about adoption multiple times in our early marriage, but I almost expected the idea to fade away when the exciting prospect of biological babies took the forefront. Once I experienced love for baby Alexandra, my heart didnt retract in contentment only to continue growing our family biologically. The experience of being a mother for the first time only seemed to enlarge my heart to all the possibilities within the father and mother heart of God.
Motherhood and fatherhood is life altering, it turns out. Physical conception of babies happens all the time, but actual parenting- from the heart of the Father’s love has wrecked us in all the best ways.
I have so much respect for parents who pursue adoption as the redemption of the pain of infertility, so to speak, but I want to adopt, not because I can’t have children, but because I’m learning to experience the Father’s love and I have love to give. Why on earth should those already hurting be the only ones to give love where there is already an astronomical need for fathers and mothers?
I’ve heard it said that, “It takes special people to adopt.” No. No, it doesn’t. It takes normal, every day human beings who simply know the Father’s love. Orphans shouldn’t adopt orphans. Biology and shared genes aren’t a magic pill to make the parenting gig all work out. The more I pursue the Father’s love, the more adoption squeezes out of me because adoption is EXACTLY what he is doing in me.
Making a baby with a piece of you and the one you love is the best, most wonderful gift, but loving a baby you didn’t carry in your body, but in your heart- that is supernatural. We dream of the day we get to give the literal gift of adoption to a child- to say, “I WANT you. You are lovable, and you belong.”
Logisticly speaking, we completed our home study so far this year, which means we are legally approved to adopt! There’s no hiding from the FBI now, if we wanted to. 🙂 Financially, we were able to submit the final check to be fully activated in our adoption consultation program after our fundraiser last weekend. We are so grateful for the unexpected support! We may have actually received more separate donations than food sales, but we are blessed that God looks out for us when we take scary risks.
We have also been working on our adoption profile, which some call a “dear birth mother” letter, that helps us to reach out to pregnant women looking for loving homes for their babies. We don’t know when, but hopefully before too long, we will be a family of four!
We are preparing. We are learning. We are growing. We are dreaming. We are taking risks. We are excited!
“The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him we cry, ‘Abba, Father.’” Romans 8:15 NIV