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Storytime
Girl Wonder loves stories. Old stories, new stories, made-up stories, true stories… stories that don’t unintentionally rhyme.
But the story she loves the most is the story about how she came to be our girl.
Once upon a time Daddy and I decided to have a baby.
We began praying that our Heavenly Father would send you straight from heaven.
But He said, “Not yet.”
I cried. I pouted. I said, “Why not?”
And he said, “I love you. Not yet.”
I begged. I pleaded. I said, “I want to be a mom.”
He said, “So did your sisters, Sarah, Rachael, Rebecca, Hannah… They all had to wait and so do you.”
I said, “That makes me really angry.”
He said, “I still love you.”
I said, “This hurts.”
He said, “I know, but if you let me I will bring you peace.”
I said, “I don’t know if I can. I’m still mad.”
He said, “I’m here when you are ready.”
I cried. I pouted. I said, “I’m not going to talk to you anymore.”
He said, “I’ll miss you.”
I said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
He said, “I know.”
I said, “Please help me. I don’t know how to do this without you.”
He said, “I’m here.”
I said, “I trust you.”
And I gave him my broken heart.
He held it and promised to heal it, in time.
Sometimes I was tired of waiting. Sometimes I took back my broken heart. I tried to carry it myself, but it was too heavy.
He always took it back when I was ready to give it to him.
Five years passed.
One day He told me and Daddy to get ready. You would be coming soon.
He told us that he was carrying another broken heart. One that belonged to your birthmother.
She had prayed. She had cried. She had listened when He told her that you belonged to Him and that He wanted you to be with us.
She said, “That hurts.”
He said, “I know.”
She said, “Thy will be done.”
You were born on a Friday.
It was time for your birthmom to say goodbye.
It hurt. She cried. But her love was stronger than her pain.
We came to the hospital on Sunday. We met with your birthfamily.
We all cried. We all prayed.
The hospital chapel seemed too small to hold so much love and joy and sorrow.
She went home without you but she was not alone. He was with her.
Daddy and I rode the elevator to your floor, but we were not alone. He was with us too.
And then we were all together for the first time.
I said, “I’m your mom.”
Daddy said, “I’m your dad.”
I held you in my arms and we cried. But this time we cried because we were happy.
I prayed.
I said, “You were right. She was worth all the pain.”
And He said, “So are you. Each of my children is. This is love.”
And I wondered and marveled at all He has done for me.
I looked at you and began to tell you a story. An important story. A true story.
A story about love.
“Once upon a time, long ago in a land far away there was a baby born…”
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THANK YOU….
As I’ve been making my way around this afternoon, I’ve been in tears… all good tears to see the grace that our God has and I’m amazed. Well, I am but I’m not. I know what He’s capable of but with everything I’ve read it’s all come back to HIS time… when HE is ready. And I’m totally cool with that… most of the time.
Praise God for your daughter’s birth mother and for you all for adopting. May God bless you and your family in some unexpected way today….
Hugs!
Heather @ Desperately Seeking Sanitys last blog post..Brought to you by the letters N K O T B
Precious. Why do we make it so much harder than it really is, sometimes?
I cried. In a good way. So, thanks for that.
Absolutely BEAUTIFUL!!!
I love the way you tell your story. How blessed you are – and so is your daughter – to have God caring for you as He does.
Thanks for sharing!
Karen@Surviving Motherhoods last blog post..Where He Met Me
Thanks for making me cry, it felt good. You are wonderful. When I use be your visiting teacher, I use to come away from your house learning way more than I ever taught. I’m still learning from you. Thanks for reminding me of God’s love, patience, goodness, and willingness to bear my burdens.
What a beautiful way to tell your daughter the story of how you were brought together! Thanks for sharing it.
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That should be published. Beautiful
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What a beautiful way of telling your daughter’s story! God is ALWAYS in the midst of the details. Sometimes we forget to look, or don’t want to look because of our pain.
Thank you so much for sharing!
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Hi from NCLM. What a lovely post and story about your child.
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Oh my goodness – what a story you have to tell us, and her, and what a story she’ll have to tell to her children one day!
Thank you – as I sit here with tears welling up – thank you for trusting God enough to receive His gift to you!
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What a great story! I love seeing God working through others’ lives!
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Thanks for sharing!
What a great way to tell your story! I know why girl wonder likes to hear that one!
This is a beautiful story! Thank you for sharing.
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what a great little story! did you write that? So beautiful! We are adopting too, and I am just so excited I can’t wait!
Here from NaComLeavMo
that is a beautiful story! absolutely beautiful…
That is really beautiful. How lucky for girl wonder , how blessed for you and how blessed your mother is for having you.
love mom
I see that you’ve had some comments already and I don’t know who they are usually more beneficial to…but thanks. I was adopted through the church program. It is very hard sometimes (like when you share it with people and they ask who your REAL parents are. “They’re my Mom and Dad, the ones who raised me!”) But it is so humbling to realize that my parents wanted me so badly and my birthmother wanted so much for me that she let me go.
Jolene and I went through that sorrow for 5 years. We prepared to adopt many times but something always threw a wrench in the process. We were blessed with the ability to have kids after we were told we couldn’t. We still keep the church adoption program in mind and feel like we may still yet adopt another child of God. It is most humbling to realize that we are all His and we are entrusted with a little one’s care.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that your story was beautiful and rang so true for me and many others. Bless you and your family and all those who have those decisions to make!
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I’m sitting here at work trying not to cry. That was absolutely beautiful … heartbreaking … encouraging … and so much more.
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This may be the most powerful post I’ve ever read. It’s wonderful. Thank you for sharing it. I’m subscribing right now.
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I am one of other broken heart that God was carrying….the birthmother… This story touched my heart more than the other sweet ladies who have read it…thank you…
My son was a gift from God that I gave to a broken hearted family almost 24 years ago after he was born on Christmas Eve. I wanted more for him than what I alone could give him, I loved him that much!
I have since married a wonderful man, who has told me that if my 1st son ever comes to see use, he will treat him as one of his own too. By the grace of our Lord, thru much hardships/medications/surgeries & most of all prayers, we were blessed with my 2nd son.
My 2nd son is now 15, but when he was 9, I sat him down that Christmas Eve and told him about his older brother. You see, there is not many books about how to talk to your children about their older sibblings that where put up for adoption earlier in their parents’ lives. So, you can see, this was not a very easy thing to do, but I didn’t want him to find out later in life or feel that if things go wrong that he may be given up for adoption too. I prayed very hard for the right time & the right words…
While I was telling my youngest my story, thru my tears, I saw my son was crying too because he was so happy he had an older brother out there somewhere. He comforted me! He prays to this day with me that someday, God will allow my oldest to come and meet his second family. We will have open arms & open hearts that will incircle him with love, but not replace his first family – just be an addition… It will happen in His time, not ours…
Thank you for your wonderful story… God Bless & A.S.A.P. (Always Say A Prayer) < Carey