Surrounded by babies and pregnancies.
But for us, just monthly disappointment.
We signed up to adopt a baby through the state of Georgia–a list years long.
I went back to the doctor. “You’re just waiting to become pregnant,” he said.
Dennis came home one day and said, “They want us to move to Florida. Just for 12-18 months. They want us to rent out the house, not sell it.”
“You’ll be coming back with a baby,” my friend, Judy, predicted.
That move was so hard. I wrote about it in an article published in Evangel several years ago. But I’ll share that another time.
Over. Finished. We’d done all we knew to do. My plumbing was disconnected. We did not feel led to go forth with extraordinary means at that point. Tired. We began to make other plans that did not include children. We gave it all to the Lord.
And then our pastor called with news.
“I went to this meeting. There’s an interdenominational group that’s been counseling young, unmarried, pregnant girls. They feel they need to offer an option. It’s not an official adoption agency so there’s not official paperwork, and the adoptions will take place privately through an attorney.”
Without a lot of hope, we put together a packet that included resumes, biographical and spiritual histories, and a financial report. I still have copies of those on yellow carbon paper! I also wrote a poem.
The group liked the packet enough to send out a state social worker to interview us and inspect our environment.
And we waited. Without much hope.
The 12-18 months stretched into 4 years! There were a couple false alarms about moving back to Georgia, but they fell through.
A baby girl. A newborn. Come and get her! My heart still pounds when I think about it.
Two days after her birth, I cradled and cried over this special gift. A gift given by Him 25 years ago today.
Planned before time began.
Almost immediately and before the adoption was finalized, the company transferred us back to Georgia.
Judy was right. We came back with a baby.
Copyright © 2010 by Sandra Heska King