A bit of a change from my usual topics….but needed to share.
After months (years?) of discussion, my husband and I began our foster parent training classes in January of 2011. It was the first step we had to take in adopting through the state of Kansas. The classes were completed without problems, but once we finished attending classes and the paperwork trail began, we started hitting speed bumps. Lots and lots of speed bumps.
First there was the delay of our final write-up, supposed to be done by a (surely overworked) social worker who helped lead our class. After months of nagging e-mails and texts, I was assured that she had sent it–but then the office it was supposed to arrive at hadn’t received it. Weeks later, it had finally appeared at the office; where it then had to be transferred yet again, to the actual agency we were working with. More waiting ensued, but fortunately no more flat-out missing paperwork. We finally (!!) had our homestudy done this January, a full year after we started our training. More hangups followed, this time with fingerprints (getting them clear enough to read; not getting away from any criminal history, haha); at this point we were starting to laugh because the whole thing was Just. So. Ridiculous.
Finally, finally, early this summer we started receiving child profiles to read and review, to see who might be a good fit in our family.
We had a few serious discussions about a few sibling sets that came through; discussions about how many kids we could realistically handle and where we would put more than one child. We actually pursued a sib set of three for awhile, but finally came to the decision that, depending on their needs, it would probably just be too much for us. Then one profile came through, for one little three-year-old, and my response was overwhelming: this is it.
This is why we’ve been stalled. This is why we’ve had to wait. This is what all the hold-ups have been for. It was suddenly all so clear.
We e-mailed our caseworker for more information; overwhelming information, to be sure, but only things that cemented my desire to continue to follow up on this little one. We told her we wanted to continue on and be considered as potential parents when they met about the child (many more steps still to take, but finally–there’s that word again–moving in the right direction, on the right child).
Which is why it was so heartbreaking to sit in my doctor’s office parking lot a few weeks ago and call our caseworker.
“We have……a situation,” I began.
“A situation?” she laughed. “What does that m–you’re PREGNANT!”
Yep. And apparently I’m not the only one on her case load to call her this month, with a “situation,” where she’ll “keep our file open” and we can “get back with her” when things calm down.
This is not a “we’ve tried for years, it’s a miracle!” kind of situation. This is a “we have a great family; we should share what we have” situation. Why on earth would God take a family that was ready to open its doors and welcome someone in need and, instead, throw another baby at them? Aren’t there already hundreds of kids waiting for a home? We were passing over sibling sets of five, six, sometimes seven….why on earth would He give us another when there are already so many kids hungry for loving parents; a family they can call their own?
I have absolutely no idea what happens from here. I told our caseworker that afternoon that we were going to have a nine-year-old, a seven-year-old, and a newborn; “as far as I’m concerned, there’s a hole to fill there!” There’s no assurance, though, that we’ll end up with a healthy baby; we might need to muster all our strength just to deal with whatever comes our way. I don’t understand why I’ve felt called to adopt for so long and have ended up with the rug getting pulled out from under me. While I don’t doubt God’s wisdom, I definitely don’t understand it. I stumbled across these words recently, though, (in I Kings, of all places), and they’ve given some comfort:
” ‘My father David had it in his heart to build a temple for the Name of the Lord, the God of Israel. But the Lord said to my father David, ‘Because it was in your heart to build a temple for my Name, you did well to have this in your heart. Nevertheless, you are not the one to build the temple….. ‘ ” (I Kings 8:17-19)
You did well to have this in your heart. I don’t know if we are the ones to adopt or not–maybe we are; maybe this is just another speed bump. But if not; you did well to have this in your heart.
This isn’t the end of the road. It’s just a fork in the road. I’m trusting in God’s wisdom for our family.