My heart for adoption, Part I

For those of you who know me, know that I have always wanted to be a mom. I have always loved children and have worked with them from a very young age, even as a child myself. I know the Lord has given me this passion and I believe His work is not done in my life as a mother.

I do not remember the exact age, but long before I was a teenager, the Lord gave me the heart for adoption. Looking back now, I am not sure how He did that because adoption, especially international, was not known like it is now. I remember daydreaming about my little girl that I would someday have from Africa. I didn’t really question God about this because I was too young to realize it came from Him. I thought that every girl dreamed of being a mother when they were grown.

When I was in my 20s, I began to think that the Lord had given me the desire to adopt because I wouldn’t be able to have biological children. I remember having a talk with Monte early in our relationship and telling him that I would not be able to have children on my own, I had no reasoning, I just knew! I felt that since the Lord had laid this on my heart, it was His way of softening the wave of emotions of not being able to have my own children.

Of course that was not the case. Six months into our marriage I became pregnant with Isaac. I did not believe it; I thought the pregnancy test was wrong. After the third test coming back positive, I still was not convinced. I needed a blood test from the Doctor because that is the ONLY test that is 100% accurate. I was blown away when the blood test came back positive. I was indeed carrying a child!

After becoming pregnant, adoption became the furthest thing from my mind. I didn’t think about it again until March of 2004 when I was pregnant with Josiah.