This morning, Emmy and I had the pleasure of selling cookies and lemonade at an adoption yard sale for some sweet friends of ours. Since we live in a new place, many of our friends here don't know the amazingly ordained story of our Emily. Every time, I tell the details of our adoption journey, their mouths drop open and agree that only God could write something that beautiful.
So if you haven't followed our blog for the last 4 years or you just love hearing about how Jesus works all things for good, grab a snack and I'll share my favorite story, the story of Emily.
It was
this exact week, 4 years ago when my world shattered. We had waited and waited through the adoption process, had been matched with a potential birthmother, went to appointments, met family and began our plans to finally be parents. Four years ago this week, my dream came to a screeching halt.
I wrote about it here. I was so broken. I still remember the pain.
My heart started to harden. I remember telling God that I didn't think He was being a good Father. Why was He withholding when everything is at His fingertips?
That was in October. Pay attention to that date.
Thanksgiving was blur because I wasn't thankful at all. My Grandpa who I dearly loved was in his last days and Sully was traveling a lot playing drums. My soul felt like the gray of winter. I sat at a Christmas Eve service, crying and being so thankful that it was dark in there so no one saw me. I was hurt and I felt overlooked.
On my way to say goodbye to my Grandpa, I listened to Ann Voscamp's
A Thousand Gifts. In her book, she expresses this idea of open hands to whatever God gives and to practice giving thanks even in the hardest times. I cried as I drove and opened my hands with our journey. I finally resolved in my heart that God and eternity with Him had to be enough, even if I was never a mother. I finally felt at peace.
This was in December.
We said goodbye to my Grandpa and he met Jesus face to face. I left the hospital with my sister and Sully. When we got to the car I said,
"Maybe Grandpa will tell God to send us a baby?"
You won't believe me, but I have witnesses.
Two minutes later, Sully's work phone rings and he sends it to voicemail. We listen and it's a girl, expressing through tears that she would like to make an adoption plan and got our number from someone at the hospital named Kristy Branson.
Two minutes!
Here's the catch, I didn't know anyone named Kristy Branson and I didn't know anyone that worked in that part of the hospital. Naturally, I went to Facebook and looked up Kristy Branson. We'd never met. I connected with her and she was surprised. You see, it was now December and she met that girl at the hospital in
October. Guess when? Right after I wrote the post about our failed adoption. We lived in a small town so a friend of a friend shared it. She read it and then picked up a PRN shift in the ER. For the non-nurses, that kinda means like "as-needed". Kristy got called into a room that wasn't her patient and as soon as she walks in, the girl says, "I would like to make an adoption plan, do you know anyone?"
Are you following this?! In October, my world is crushed and I write about it. A friend shares it and this Kristy woman sees it. She is touched by it. Goes into work and then gets called randomly into a room where someone asks her if she knows anyone wanting to adopt. CRAY. Kristy didn't have our number but she knew the place where Sully worked, so she gave the girl that number.
She didn't call....until December. Right after I say, "Maybe Grandpa will tell God to give us a baby?".
Divine, y'all.
I shared with my sister what was going on and she said, "Wow, if that works out, thats going to be an incredible story."
It
would be an amazing story even if the story ended there. But it didn't.
March rolled around and it was time for Emily to make her entrance. We get the call and head to the hospital. Let me just lay out what we were met with once we got there.
-The doctor who delivered Emily? An adoptive mother.
-The nurse that helped our birthmom through the delivery? She was adopted.
-The nurse that took care of Emily? Emily Ann. No E. The SAME NAME we picked out months before she was born.
-Emily was born on my Dad's birthday, once again connecting her to my Grandpa.
I could not have written a better story.
I am so thankful that the Lord closed one door so that I could walk through the journey of bringing Emily home. I will never doubt she was meant for us and I will never doubt God's hand in all of it.
As long as I live and as long as people will listen, I will tell the story, my favorite story, of what God has done.
My heart was shattered to make way for Him to shine and I am so thankful.
