I was a single mom with two children when I met my husband. In the previous two years of my life I had experienced more pain and heartache than I could have ever imagined and yet more healing and redemption than I could have ever hoped for. It was there in the darkness, I saw the power of Jesus and the miracle of saving faith. It was there in the darkness I saw love take me from death to life. I had been through a difficult divorce and all that comes with it, but it was there in the deep darkness of my pain, Jesus broke through and changed my heart forever. During that time I experienced a love that was real, safe and complete. I felt so complete in fact that when a dear friend of mine asked if I ever thought I would marry again, my response was, “I just don’t know that I ever want to trade the love I have now from my Jesus with the love of a man who will never be able to match that love.”
Little did I know, I didn’t have to trade it, but it would be even more fully recognized through my husband Ty. God sent him to me to show his love for me in the flesh. I wasn’t sure I was loveable, but he showed me that I was. I wasn’t sure I would be wanted with children as a part of the package, but he chose me and he chose them and showed me that we were all wanted and we were worth the difficult transition for a type A, OCD, confirmed bachelor.
Not only did my superman husband become an instant dad to two, but we also got pregnant on the honeymoon and our little bundle joined the family almost exactly 9 months from our wedding date. Just a few months later that year, Ty was able to adopt the older two and we were all one.
It wasn’t long after that, I really felt the call to adopt. God first placed adoption on my heart as an eighth grader after a mission trip to Jamaica where our little group was ministering to children in orphanages. My husband also thought he might adopt one day and in fact he did when he adopted my older two loves. He thought he was done. I knew we weren’t. Isn’t that how this process usually works? I mean, this was our life at the time…
Knowing Ty was not on board just yet, and was probably still reeling from all the transition and adjustments our new family had been through, I decided to pray. Just pray. For two years I prayed that God would move in his heart. For two years it looked like it would never happen, but it seemed God just kept making the call stronger in my heart, even answering very specific prayers.
Fast forward eight months and Ty told me he was ready to adopt. We still weren’t convinced to go the foster care route, but instead looked at international adoption as our first option. It didn’t take long for all but one of the international doors to close and we started feeling the pull toward foster care.
We began the process of becoming foster parents and even in the midst of it all had major doubts. I knew the goal of foster care was reunification and I knew my heart was really for adoption. What was God doing? I didn’t see how this could be a good idea. Ty also, began thinking this was a very bad idea indeed. Even after being approved to welcome that first child into our home, we told our agency we needed a break. We hadn’t even begun and we already needed a break! We needed to be sure this was where God wanted us.
All of that was confirmed when we got the call for our first placement. His name was Isaiah. The very book of the Bible God had used to confirm this call on our lives. It was such sweet confirmation. All of those doubts about what God was doing? My heart changed in an instant when I saw this sweet, five-day old baby boy separated from his mother.
The majority of our journey has been God asking us to take one giant leap of faith after another. In the five years we have been married, we have experienced two major seasons of depression, three moves, seven vehicles, one major financial crisis, major medical issues with our son, all that is involved in being foster parents and one major job change. Through it all, God has made clear to us his power and provision in every detail of our lives. That is my prayer for you, that in taking your own faith journey, maybe even in becoming a foster family, you would see and experience the power and provision of Jesus and feel ever so safe in his plan for your life.
I hope you feel safe here. Stay a while. Get to know our family a little better, hear more about our grand adventures and know that we would love to hear yours too.