Our First Failed Adoption

One day, my friend approached me with information regarding a possible adoption. She knew someone who was pregnant and expecting bi-racial twins. The birth-mom wasn't sure what she was going to do regarding parenting vs. adoption, but we gave her our profile to consider.



We didn't think of it or talk about it very often, because we didn't think it would really happen, since the Mom didn't seem confident one way or the other. She had chosen us, and yet kept putting off meeting us or with a lawyer. We weren't sure what to think and tried to keep our emotional distance.

One day out of nowhere, JC and I discussed what we would name the babies. In a two minute conversation, we had our names- almost as if they hadn't come from us. We never discussed names again, or referred to them by name in conversation or prayer. I never told a soul, nor wrote them down in my journal. I tried to put the names out of mind.

When the babies were born, we began to get conflicted messages. Without sharing too much information in cyber-space, we were on an emotional roller-coaster. At one point, I was in tears on the phone with my dear friend, Lisa. Lisa, who had for some reason always been confident that these were our babies, shared with me the source of her confidence.



Months previous, she had a vivid dream that revealed the names of our babies as well as the verse written on the nursery wall. I thought it was interesting and begged her to share the names, and she was strangely resistant. Eventually she gave in and told me the names.



They were the same names.

Sam and Grace.


And the verse on the nursery wall? The very reason we had picked the name Sam:


"For I have prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted my request."
~1 Samuel 1:27



In 1 Samuel 1, Hannah, a barren woman, begs the Lord for a child and He eventually answers her prayer with a son whom she names Samuel.


Grace- because she is a perfect gift from the Lord- as is His grace.


How could this be? How could Lisa have known the same names we had chosen- without ever whispering it to a soul? It had to be the Lord. As I praised His name, and sought His voice, I felt Him urge me to let go- to release the wall I had up to guard my heart and to let Him guard my heart instead. In that moment, I knew these were my babies. I knew that I was their mama. I rejoiced. I cried. I wondered what would happen next.

The next day we got a phone call. She was definitely going to parent the babies.



WHAT???? How could this be? Did I hear the Lord wrong? NO! No way! But if not, how could He have led me down this path only go have my heart trampled?


The following is from an email to my parents:

I don't understand. I did everything right and was obedient. If this wasn't going to happen, then why did the Lord tell me to open my heart? Why did He keep sending confirmation after confirmation to have hope? Why did He give us NAMES? It seems cruel. Either this is not over according to Him, or I totally heard Him wrong all this time (but why involve Lisa with the dream??) or...what? I know He's Truth and Good and Love. Yet it would seem my heart doesn't matter to Him if this is truly over. Or do I hold onto hope against all odds??? At every turn I heard, "God can do what He says He can do."

It's not that this adoption didn't work for us. It's that I feel like He led us on during these last few weeks. I got attached b/c HE told me to open my heart and bonded me to these babies that I've never even held. Why would He do that????? It feels like He's playing games with my heart.

Eventually the Lord showed us that only by attaching us emotionally to these children would we be committed to praying for them throughout their lives. And so we came to terms with the fact that we are their spiritual parents- their God-parents, if you will.



A glance into my journal from that time shows this:

I don't know what will come or even if its over, but there must be a reason you told me to open my heart and let me get emotionally attached to these children. I will surrender to this bond and take on the role of Mom- if only in a spiritual sense. I will not waver in prayer for them. Perhaps I'll pray harder than if they were in my care- as I have no control in their upbringing. So we'll pray. But you'll have to do the leg work, Father. We will trust them to your care.

It occurred to me later, that if I had only read the NEXT VERSE of 1 Samuel 1:27 and 28 and realized it applied to me as well, I might have been better prepared.



"Now I, in turn, give him to the Lord, as long as he lives, he shall be dedicated to the Lord.' She left him there." ~1 Samuel 1:27-28


So we released them to the Lord and pray for them daily. We pray for these children, and trust that He will grant our requests.