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Sometimes God Shouts!

September 16, 2009 By Sandra Heska King

My baby was born 21 years ago today.

I was not there.  I did not see him take his first breath.  I did not cuddle him to my breast or stroke his hand or count his fingers or kiss his forehead that day.  I did not hear him cry, watch his eyes struggle to see the light or smell his babyness.

But God was there, and His plan was unfolding.

We came to parenting late.  I’ve shared a little about that here and here.  God used adoption to build our family.

Abby “interrupted” our lives at the point when we had given up and given over and began to make other plans.  I’ll tell her story at another time, but she turned 4 in 1989.  She was a very social child–the kind who needed a sibling.  So we began the rigorous adoption process again.

All the while she prayed every night.  “God, send me a baby real soon.”

We didn’t cling to a lot of hope.  We worked with an adoption agency whose probing sometimes made us feel that they questioned our faith.  We teetered over the edge of their age limits, and we had made a specific request for a newborn infant girl because closets and bins brimmed with all kinds of girly things.  We lived in a pink world.  Besides, we weren’t boy people.

And the name barrel overflowed with lovely girl names.  Only one boy name dripped in after months of nameless drought–Jeremy.  It had Biblical origins (Jeremiah) and overtones of my father (Jerome.)  We allowed that name to float there but told nobody.

One Sunday night, Abby changed her prayer. “God, please send me a baby brother real soon.”

Our caseworker called the next morning.  “We have a 6-month-old boy we want you to consider.”

My heart tumbled to my knees.  A boy!

No, God!

“He was born a month premature and has been in foster care.  He is now ready to be adopted, and we want to place him in a family where he will have an older sibling.  We want to bring him tomorrow so you can meet him and visit your pediatrician.”

I was stunned.  This was so not in our plan.

But I knew we really had no choice.  I stammered, “What does the foster family call him?”

The response took my breath away.

“The foster family named him JEREMY–but you can change it if you want.”

There was no choice!

Abby had a saying in those days for someone who was really special to her.  She would say, “So-and-so is my best buddy.”

The caseworker and the foster mom brought Jeremy to visit the next day–dressed in a sleeper that had “My Best Buddy” embroidered over his heart.

Sometimes God shouts!

Yes, God.

ADOPTION CREED
Not flesh of my flesh, nor bone of my bone, but still miraculously my own…never forget for a minute, you didn’t grow under my heart, but in it!


HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JEREMY!

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a future and a hope.”  Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)


Have God’s plans ever interrupted your plans?  Have you ever heard God shout?

Copyright © 2009 by Sandra Heska King 

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  1. Jeannine says

    September 16, 2009 at 11:19 am

    Ok, now this is the second time this week you have made me cry! What beautiful insight and tender emotions from a mother who grew her baby in her heart!!!

  2. Amy Sorrells says

    September 16, 2009 at 12:26 pm

    Holy mackeral, what a story! Yes indeed, sometimes God shouts. Jeremy is gorgeous! (is that ok to say?) What a blessings and what a powerful story. Just thinking about how God knit that boy just for you and made sure he got to you blows me away. Thank you for sharing this precious story!

  3. BeckyJoie at Leaders in Learning says

    September 16, 2009 at 5:51 pm

    Oh, you made me cry! I can so relate to your story. I, too, have two adopted children–both boys and one of them named Jeremy. We thought we were done but may be adopting a teen girl in the near future. Oh, boy! Or shall I say, Oh, girl!

    What a lovely post and you signed it with my life verse. I'm so touched by knowing that God gave another family this verse too for a similar situation. I'm glad we have these things in common. Thanks for posting this and letting me know. I rejoice with you on your son's birthday.

  4. Sally says

    September 16, 2009 at 8:46 pm

    YES – happy birthday Jeremy. I love how God works, I love how he plans for us, picks us and places us. This is a beautiful story and I know it blesses the very heart of God seeing you all loving each other so much. Our God is great and awesome. YOU all are such a blessing and I thank God for you.

  5. Sandy/Snady says

    September 16, 2009 at 10:46 pm

    Thank you all for your sweet comments. I should have commented when I published each of your sweet words because now I can't figure out how to respond individually.

    When I questioned or doubted my parenting, I always came back to this. When I struggle to see light in darkness, I come back to this. His ways are not ours. His timing is not ours. He is GOD!

    I've printed these comments for Jeremy.

    Many hugs to you, precious friends.

  6. Sandy/Snady says

    September 16, 2009 at 11:24 pm

    Jeannine – you are so often on my mind. Love you, lady. How are things going?

  7. Sandy/Snady says

    September 16, 2009 at 11:26 pm

    Amy – Yes, he is gorgeous, slim and 6 foot 2. You'd never believe he was such a butterball when he came to us. He couldn't even roll over! He is a blessing!

  8. Sandy/Snady says

    September 16, 2009 at 11:31 pm

    Becky Joie – I love how the internet brings us together with such common experiences and helps us lift each other up. I will be praying for you and will be anxious to hear when and if God expands your family.

  9. Sandy/Snady says

    September 16, 2009 at 11:32 pm

    Sally – you are so very, very special. What a sweet spirit you have. God blesses me through you!

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