My sweet friend is pregnant after four years of trying unsuccessfully
and a failed start down the path of adoption. It is a miracle to be sure. And
to God be the sole glory for it. We rejoice when a barren woman finds life
within and we call her “blessed.” And we remember that the Bible teaches that children are both gift and reward and we say “the Lord has bestowed favor on
you, sister.”
And I look from the outside in wondering how God chooses those
whom He blesses. And this (mis) understanding that the gift of life that we
call miracle can only come from your own womb breaks my heart for I have not been
favored. Have I not been found faithful?
Have I not asked with enough fervor? And forgetting that God’s blessing finds
many paths I fail to remember there are miracles in adoption as well.
I have watched friends eagerly answer the call to adopt
after mourning the loss of their biological children never to be. I have watched
them fill the paperwork, take all the right steps, answer all the right
questions, and, finding themselves “paper-pregnant,” have gestational periods
that last years. And years. And years.
Empty arms, once eager to be filled, now disillusioned again by yet another
path to parenthood that does not seem to bring them the desire of their hearts.
And still they wait, even today.
I have known of friends matched with a child, hope soaring
high, nursery ready, only to be denied the dream at the last minute or, worse
yet, after a few weeks of experiencing it. I have seen loss, and wait, and
disappointment, and shattered dreams.
Yet I have experienced none. Our first adoption took two
months. We had not yet settled into waiting. We had no nursery, no baby-gear,
not even much of an expectation when the call came. Two days later we were
parents. Papers signed. Full arms.
Our second adoption was a surprise. We did not pursue it. It
fell on our laps and three weeks later there was a boy. Papers signed. Arms
even fuller.
So I think about this as I ponder why I don’t belong to the favored group of barren women who have seen their tears wiped away by God in the secret
whisper of life in their wombs. It’s true: I have not been blessed like Hannah, or Sarah,
or Leah, or Rachel.
But I have seen my children come to me in miraculous,
unexpected, God-ordained ways that I could not have predicted. There may not be
a great number of scriptural examples of my type of favor but you can
definitely call me “blessed.”
We are
daily aware of the ways God moves in the life of infertile women who beg to conceive and
are granted their deepest desire. Our hearts are moved and turned to the Lord because of their stories of faithfulness and we praise Him for His love and mercy in their lives.
But adoptive mother, rejoice!
Miracles happen in adoption too, and you have seen plenty of them. You have lived them; you are experiencing them now. And your story counts! You, also, are a testimony of His promises and His goodness. He has seen your tears and He has not forgotten them. He has answered your prayer and given you what you most wanted.
Sister, God has blessed you, and favored you, and honored you
as well. You have been gifted and you have been rewarded. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise!
