Hello blogging world. For those of you who have been keeping up with our adoption through our blog, you have been reading the words of my husband, Jeremy. While I will not be taking his place, I wanted to revel in the work that God is doing in us through our adoption process.
The best way I knew how to describe our situation a few weeks ago after finding out that yet another delay has taken place in Colombia was to compare it to a Theme Park experience. You drive steadily to the theme park, excited, a little bit nervous, bursting with energy. (Paperwork/Application/Homestudy) You get to the theme park and wait in traffic for what seems to be an hour before parking.(CIS) Then you rush to the nearest shuttle (Dossier) to find yourself in another line…waiting. You finally make it through the gates (Approval!) and rush to the roller coaster you have been most excited to ride and you find yourself in yet another line that is going to hold you captive for at least an hour…waiting.(Waiting/Delays) You FINALLY get to the ride and it is the best 30 seconds of your life…until you get off and quickly realize you have whiplash.
Our whiplash looks like this. As you may recall, we began this process over two years ago with the hopes of adopting two precious children under the age of 5. Two days after our approval we were told that this was not a viable option in regards to time and we were given the option to proceed by adopting 1 precious child under the age of 3. About a month ago, this option also became more of a challenge regarding timeline (i.e. up to another 2 years before referral). As we stewed over what to do next…”Do we adopt from another country?”, “Do we try for a child biologically?”, “Do we pursue foster care?” were all questions that came to mind. Our quest for the “right” answer was becoming a bit overwhelming until we were presented with a gift.
We received an email from our agency with a sibling group of 5 boys from Colombia who need a home (and No we are not adopting 5 children). With this email, we were presented with a reality that we could provide a forever home for the three youngest. Unfortunately, the circumstances did not work in our favor with these boys…the gift however, is that these boys ignited in us a desire to adopt three children.
Yes, that’s right! We are going to adopt a sibling group of THREE children! And yes, they will be precious too.
Before you call us crazy and insane, which we understand is the most normal response (considering we feel the same way about ourselves), let me explain. When we began to pray for direction, our arrow landed on the gospel. We were reminded that in our adopting three children we are mimicking our own rescue from the devastation of loneliness, hopelessness, despair. We are reminded of how we were lost, abandoned, seemingly forgotten and then how we became restored, made whole, found.
In the gospel, being that Jesus Christ, the Son of God came and lived the life we could not live and then died the death we should have died, in our place provides us with the freedom to make this kind of an insane decision. For, if we believe that God is who he says he is, then we can believe in the promises that he makes.
In short, we are fully aware (at least as aware as we can be without actually having three children in our home) that this is going to be a challenge… to say the least. We understand that three children means a total change in lifestyle, in excess, and in the many things we already take for granted as a young married couple with no kids. We know that we will fail. That we will make probably more mistakes and than we will admit to… yes, I said “than we will admit to”. But that is what is so beautiful about how the gospel applies to our adoption and to our lives. We are free to fail because Jesus has already succeeded for us. We know that we will not be measured by our failures but by Christ’s righteousness.
Though we know that there will be people who judge us and our parenting (probably ourselves 5 years from now), ultimately we know that God’s grace is sufficient; for his power is made perfect in weakness.
So, there it is…our whiplash. You may be experiencing something similar just by reading this craziness. Our hope is that you will pray for us, our future children, and the journey we still have ahead of us.
Should be fun!
– The Blogger’s Wife 🙂 (AKA Tori)
2 Corinthians 12: 9-10 – ” ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”