I get to introduce one of my most loyal Readers today! Sandra blogs over at http://lbtk.wordpress.com and she loves the Lord so much!! Be sure to leave a sweet comment for her after you read her boast.
Let’s boast in the Lord together!!
On October 12, 1997 (the day after our tenth wedding anniversary), I sat with my husband, Kelly, at a beautiful restaurant in Alexandria, Virginia with bitter, angry tears running down my face. Pushing my plate of uneaten breakfast aside, I cried, “I’m giving God until the year 2000 – if we haven’t adopted a little girl by then, then we’ll just assume that our family is complete.”
We had adopted two brothers in 1992, ages four and two. Martin and Steven were gifts from God, but we longed for a daughter. We’d waited faithfully for six years, fostering many little girls that never became ours.
Then in early spring 1996, we were contacted by a friend who knew a young high school couple who wanted to place their unborn daughter for adoption. We met them and made an immediate connection. They chose us to be the adoptive parents. In August 1996, we brought a beautiful, perfect baby girl home with us.
The boys were ecstatic. We felt blessed beyond measure. And then the unthinkable happened – the birth father changed his mind. On a warm September day, just eighteen days after we brought her home, she left us. What we thought was a dream come true, ended up a nightmare that our young sons didn’t understand. How could we explain it to them, when Kelly and I didn’t understand ourselves?
And so, my seed of anger toward God was planted. Just a little over a year later, my emotions were raw and I was ready to throw in the towel. I refused to pray for a daughter that would never be mine. I loved my sons but believed that a small piece of my heart had died with the failed adoption.
Fast forward to the day after Mother’s Day, 1999: early in the morning, I answered a call from our social worker. “Are you ready to meet your daughter?” she asked. That day, I learned that the small piece of my heart I thought had died was only ensconced in a protective wall, which immediately came tumbling down with her words.
A few days later, I held my daughter for the first time. This time, the tears that streamed from my eyes were tears of unutterable joy. At nearly sixteen, she remains a source of joy and a reminder that God never gives us on our dreams, even when we have.
It’s easy to remember that Claire is a promise fulfilled. You see, she was born in the morning hours of October 12, 1997 – at the very time I was issuing God my ultimatum.
I will boast in the Lord and declare glory to Him, “…Who by His mighty power at work within us is able to do far more than we would ever dare to ask or even dream of—infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, or hopes.” (Ephesians 3:20, TLB)
Sandra Hall Rosser, an award-winning writer, pens her blog, “Loved by the King,” at http://lbtk.wordpress.com She is a wife, mother, and grandmother who shares her love of God through the devotional moments of her personal life. She has been married to her husband, Kelly, for 26 years. She is a strong advocate for foster and adoptive parenting. She and her family attend Culbreth Memorial UMC in Fayetteville, North Carolina, where she directs the youth and children’s choir in music and drama.
Have you ever had anything happen that was beyond your imagination?