SURPRISE! God, you’re funny.
This is a blog about a family. To be specific, it’s about the Father of a family, who goes to great lengths to create, redeem and restore a people for Himself. See, God has, since the world began, been working to create this family. And not just any kind of family, the best kind of family. A Forever Family.
As we share about God’s work in our little family, we hope you are inspired to see what God has been up to since the world began. We hope that, if you already know God as your Father, that you would know more fully what it means to be a member of His family, and how He rescued you by His power for His purpose . And if you don’t know Him like that, that you would.
My name is Kyle. One morning back in October my wife, Jamie told me that she was two weeks late for her period. “Excuse me?”, I said.
We have two great kids- 9 and 7, fourth and second grade, girl and boy. Since our kids were very young we were pretty happy, (prideful) with the idea that we were getting a “head start” to parenting. We were 22 and 21-years-old when our daughter, Lily was born. Two years later her brother, Beau arrived. We have had countless joys over the last 9.5 years. We have also had many heartaches and struggles. What we’ve come to find out about our “head start” is not so much that we weren’t as ready as we thought, but just how very ready God was to grow us up while we were learning to care for our growing children.
So, it wasn’t a feeling of despair that we felt that morning, but we weren’t exactly filled with joy at the prospect of starting over with a baby.
In the days that followed we shared our secret news with just a few close friends who prayed for us and assured us that if God were to bring more children in our lives that He had a good purpose to do so. About two weeks went by as we waited to see if Jamie’s late period would turn out to be an exclamation point or just a comma, and life would continue as normal on our parenting fast track. We decided that a pregnancy test was in order. Jamie sent me a text at work that day that she would be taking the test. I told her I was praying. What neither of us told the other was that we had begun secretly hoping for the test to be positive. It wasn’t.
“What was the point of that, God?”
Jamie and I both confessed our secret hoping for another child to join our family. And we confessed our disappointment at the negative test result. In that two week period of waiting and wondering, God was rearranging. He was making space in our hearts. As we continued to reflect on our short roller coaster ride we discovered that quite a shift had taken place in our hearts, and that the shift had created space. A lot of space.
“I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to have another son or daughter.” This sentiment was one we both shared. What did it all mean? Jamie had already had two c-sections, and another surgery would be a big deal- not too mention Not Covered by our elected health insurance plan. Why was it that we couldn’t seem to shake these thoughts? And even more peculiar, why was I continually having thoughts about adoption? My ears would perk up at someone talking about adopting their dog from the pound. One of our pastors mentioned that there were millions of orphans in Africa, around five million just in Ethiopia. Even paw-shaped bumper stickers reading “who adopted who?”.
My sister and her husband are fostering a baby boy they hope to adopt. Since the time they told the family over dinner two and a half years ago about a burden God had laid on their hearts to foster/adopt children into their family I have been extremely proud and supportive. But, I never considered that path for me. My family had momentum. And I wasn’t too excited at the idea of slowing down. But, all of a sudden, things were very different.
Me: So, I keep thinking about adopting.
Jamie: Me too…
Me: I’m starting to feel like God caused you to skip your period just to freak us out and get our attention. I feel like He’s leading us towards adoption.
Jamie: Me too…
Me: I also keep thinking… not just one.
Jamie: Me too.
Me: God, you’re funny.
Peace and excitement is what we felt as we prayed and contemplated this radical idea of being a family to children without a family. Loved is how we feel as we contemplate the reality that “In love He predestined us for adoption as sons through Jesus Christ, according to the purpose of His will, to the praise of His glorious grace, with which He has blessed us in the Beloved” (Ephesian 1:5-7)