"Once our eyes are opened, we can't pretend we don't know what to do. God, who weighs our hearts and keeps our souls, knows what we know, and holds us responsible to act." Prov. 24:12
As we have contemplated foster care and gone through each step, my mind just keeps going back to the mothers of these sweet kids. My heart breaks for a world so broken that it is tough for some mothers to care for their children as they struggle with mental illness, abuse, addiction, and poverty. I would sit in class envisioning having foster children in our home and being a blessing not only to the children, but also maybe a support to their mothers. As a mother who has lost two children of her own, I have NO desire to see another mother endure such a thing.
Several months ago I was put in contact with a woman who was pregnant and trying to make decisions regarding adoption of her unborn son. We spoke and enjoyed talking to each other and she asked about the possibility of us adopting her baby. I was stunned and didn't really think a lot of it and then we kind of fell out of touch. I continued to think of her and pray for her and her baby. I genuinely grew to love her and wanted the best for her and her son.
I felt like the Lord had brought her into my life for a reason. I wasn't sure if it was because we'd one day become family through her sweet son or if my friendship with her would teach me more about what moms like her are going through. Either way, I was certain she had already been such a blessing to me showing me that any preconceived notions I might have had were unfair. I felt the Lord keep prompting me to send an encouraging text or just to intentionally pray for her. He had opened my eyes to her world and I could not just look away. She quit calling to chat and I knew she had signed on with an adoption agency and I just continued to pray and send the occasional text.
Then, the Saturday before Asher's birthday she called again. Her son had been born. He was born February 10th and weighed 7.1 pounds. She was calling to say she was sorry for falling out of touch, and she asked if I'd still be willing to raise her son, Jacob. He was born with some special needs and due to the circumstances, the adoption that had been planned out could not be continued. She was not comfortable with the adoptive parents once they met and they were not open to the possibility of a special needs child.
We talked for a while. We both cried and rejoiced in the gift of sweet baby Jacob. I talked to Howard and he agreed that if it was God's will, we'd do what we could to make Jacob our son and keep his mom as involved as she'd like to be. I panicked, if I am being honest. Over the past few weeks I have seen Satan at work trying to discourage me and cause me to grow weary. Yet the Lord keeps whispering, "Child, step out in obedience. You know what to do. ACT!" and then Satan says "You are nuts. Don't take the risk"
And here we are....Jacob is doing well and I talk to his mom almost daily. His mom is finding her way and we are moving forward with the adoption. I spoke with the hospital yesterday and we are REALLY under a time crunch here...Jacob could be released from the hospital within the next 2-4 weeks and we have got to get our homestudy rewritten for private adoption and all of the legal work done and have travel arrangements made. All of these things cost more money than we realized but we know God is able. We know He loves Jacob even more than we do and He holds him in the palm of His mighty hand.
We believe this ginger haired boy belongs with us and so does his mom. Would you open your eyes and see this sweet boy. Would you pray for his brave and loving mother? We know that this is important to God. Would you seek Him and see how He might have YOU act? We are working on a fundraiser/Chinese auction, maybe you could attend or donate an item for auction? Maybe you could pray intentionally for all of the details and the best for everyone involved. Maybe you have adopted and have some advice to lend. Maybe you could spread the word and share Jacob's story with your friends. Maybe you can donate money (feel free to click the donate link to the right or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I will send you our address) .
I feel overwhelmed and humbled that God might have written us into Jacob's story and when I start to allow the feelings to overcome me, I kind of want to just hide and find rest, and yet I feel Him pushing me...to fight...to show just how serious I am about the ministry He has set before me...and as I step out in faith and obedience I'd be honored if you'd join me in prayer.
We firmly believe God is calling. This is NOT about us. This is about the sweet boy pictured above. He has already had a really rough start. He is God's child. You know what to do....ACT! :)