I’m Waiting for my Miracle(s)

In the past few weeks, I have surrendered daily–sometimes hourly–to the thought, that perhaps our infertility struggle and recent loss may mean that a child who needs a home and a Mama and Daddy may get that. Our lack of biological children may be the very chance waiting children need, in order to get a forever home.

I wrote my OB a note this past weekend, telling her I feel completely powerless when it comes to adding to our family. Powerless to be able to get pregnant right now, powerless to guarantee there won’t be another loss, powerless to start the adoption process due to life circumstances. “And yet, is it not in the impossible that God does the miraculous!?” I wrote. As much as my heart hurts right now, as hopeless and powerless as I feel, I believe that with all my heart.

This is not the first time God has stripped me of any control over my circumstances. And each time He has completely taken all control out of my hands, I have experienced the wonder that it was in order to more powerfully show His glory.

I believe He will do that again. I believe that all the pain I’ve come through in life – -including the recent years of loss and difficulty — is for a powerful purpose. Somehow, someway, a large part of that purpose includes children who need a mom and dad and a safe home. Our forever kids.

In the end, our home will be full of children and we will only be able to stand and give testimony that “God has done this!”

God drove that point home to me, again, full and completely with today’s Focus on the Family broadcast.

If you struggle with infertility – -and especially have had the pain of losing babies in your journey – - this is the broadcast to listen to!

If you can’t have your own baby and long to adopt, but life circumstances seems to indicate adoption is an impossibilit – - this is the broadcast to listen to!

Don’t miss it. I promise you, it is worth the time it will take to hear this woman’s story. . .

Sacrificial Love

I caught just the tiniest bit of understanding of our Daddy God’s love for us this past week. It’s a love that pours out and gives, even if it doesn’t receive in return.

I’ve been praying for a love like that but a love like that also scares me. After all, who wants to love and come away hurting and empty in the end as a result?

A possible private adoption came to our attention in the past week and already, it has been laden with ups and down, “what if’s”, “maybe’s”, and “not for sures”, as we have already had a flip-flip of “yes, we want you to have the baby” to “No, we’re keeping the baby”. All this, a total of three times already, in less than one week’s time.

As I face all of this, me who wants guarantees, especially when it comes to my Mama’s heart, I have come face to face with a decision.

I can protect my heart at all costs and miss out on this journey of love that may leave me broken hearted in the end,

Or,

I can take each step as it unfolds, not knowing the outcome, and somehow believe in the end, there will be a fullness, even if it’s a fullness that comes with empty arms.

As I see this decision before me, I catch a glimpse of our Father’s heart. What a sacrifice to give up His only Son with no guarantee that we would accept that most incredible act of love. It humbles my heart to think of it and I find myself walking around in a state of awe today as this really hits home to my heart.

What love, what love is this?! That gave so freely. . .

That I, the guilty one, may go free.

Amazing love, oh what sacrifice!

Amazing love. . .

1/30/2010 Edit
This is a journey that continues to tug at our heart. The birth parents changed their mind and the baby is now 6 months old. . . but has been to several different homes as her parents shift her back and forth. The latest reason being, she was removed from her birth mother. As reports come in, my heart breaks and I want to turn my heart off from loving this little girl–but God continues to ask me to keep my heart open to her being in it–if for no other reason, than to intercede for her safety each and every day.

She is not a part of our family, but she is an intricate part of my heart.
She is not in my arms, but she is in my constant thoughts.
She is not mine, but she is a child of my heart.


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