That’s What I’m Here For

My friend who called goes on to say that she was talking to her sister on the phone. Her sister mentioned that she lived near a foster couple who had this little girl that needed to be adopted and because of circumstances they had to find couples privately. My friend was wondering if we were interested in talking to someone about the child. Before I could say anything to her response she said ‘This is God.’ I knew she was right. Because this child was everything I had prayed for…everything my husband had prayed for before we began any part of the process.

She gave me the number to her sister and I hung up. I wanted to scream, run, cry, fall off a cliff something but instead I grabbed my cell phone and went to call my husband outside. I told him everything that I had been told and that our friend said it was God. He didn’t really need to think about it and agreed to call and see what the situation was, that it couldn’t hurt to call. So I called her sister who then gave me a number to the foster mother of the child.

I called the foster mother and she asked when we would like to meet the little girl. She was a darling two-year old girl. I remember thinking why does she want us to meet the child so fast…but the meeting was scheduled for the very next day…September 27th after I got off of work.

So we met her…she was so darling. So fast on her feet. We spent maybe an hour with her and talked to her foster parents about her situation. She was the only case like this in the U.S. I won’t go into the details but the courts would be deciding about this kind of case for the first time and it would be a long drawn out uphill battle in the court systems. We left and waved by to the baby.

As we drove there was silence between us…when we spoke it was about the visit but neither of us was asking the question to the other…”So think we should take this on?” I can’t recall now who asked but it was finally put out there and we both agreed if God sent us to her then He is counting on us to step out in Faith and go forward. So we then contacted her agency that she was with, which was not the agency we were with at the time and we told them we were very interested in adopting the little girl.

More later….

After many phone calls about the mishap with the caseworker, we were assigned another one which happened to be the adoption supervisor for our agency. She came over a span of a weekend and conducted three interviews at our home. They ask you all kinds of questions about you, your past, your upbringing, your spouse, your marriage, your pets, your way of living. I can’t say I was surprised by any questions and expected them all.

A few weeks later, we were contacted by phone that we were pre-approved for foster care/adoption pending some missing documents but all seemed fine so far. I remember crying thinking I was now on top of the hill I had begun to climb so long ago. I didn’t climb it alone…my husband probably pushed me more than I climbed it. Later on, due to circumstances beyond our control we had to put the adoption process on hold. A family member of mine needed to stay with us temporarily so we decided to wait until they left. We were contacted two weeks after my family member moved in about two children, one girl and one boy, one 3 years old and one 4 years old. We turned them down because of the living situation.

Well after some time we all agreed that the family member could stay with us for as long as they needed. The living arrangement was working out great for all of us. We didn’t pick up the adoption process after that. We decided to wait and see when this family member would be able to get out on their own.

In late September, I was at work and my cell phone was vibrating. I picked it up and it was an old friend of mine calling to see how things were going and how was the adoption going. I told her plainly and matter of factly that it was on hold due to the new family situation. She was heartbroken more so than I was at the time. I would find out why in a few minutes into our conversation.

More later…