Questions From This Adoptive Parent

Walking home from the Social Service Department trying to move forward with Jolee’s adoption, I told Romon that most days I look at Jolee and the thought that she is “adopted” doesn’t even cross my mind. The days that it does cross my mind, I feel bad. I am proud of this fact. Now to explain why I felt bad. I felt bad because I do not want her to grow up being the “adopted” child.

I try my best to give Jolee and Jalynne equal attention while not overdoing it and excluding one. It’s tough, but I wonder how parents feel with two children they birthed?

Romon replied that he wants us to celebrate her being adopted. We will not hide this part of her life. I began to think, what a great way to explain the love and goodness of God to her, and how he has a plan for us all.

Here are just a few questions that have crossed my mind as an adoptive parent:

Would Jolee be alive today?

Where would Jolee be today?

Would her home have been an orphanage?

Or would she have had parents, and a family?

Would her “family” be able to love her the way we do?

What was I thinking when I, in fear, thought about saying I couldn’t be her mother?

What is God’s great plan for Jolee’s future?

We pray for our girls and pray that we are able to demonstrate Christ in our lives so much that when the girls are older they will not depart from God’s words, from His ways. I thank God for His perfect plan. I thank God for a husband that would not even imagine saying no to a child, to a gift we all know as Jolee.

-Melinda

Where She Belongs

2009 was a year that changed our lives. It was the year we decided to become full time missionaries. It was also the year we met little Miss “B”. She was not even a year old. I changed her dirty diapers and fed her. I worked with her until she learned to sit up on her own and experimented on her hair with a few cute hair styles. She loved Romon, wanting to be carried by him every time he stepped through the orphanage doors. He made her smile bigger than I had ever seen her smile. We could play the temporary role of her parents, but we could never be her parents.

Fast forward 2 years, little B now walks,  feeds herself, and goes to the bathroom all by herself. Up until last week, it was the House of Dreams orphanage, it’s workers, volunteers, and supporters who took care of this precious girl. We say one final good bye to her and aaaaaaah, at last she is now where she belongs…with her parents. Adoption is a beautiful, selfless act. We are so thankful to families who are willing to become parents to a child they didn’t birth, love them unconditionally, expecting no reward or recognition in return. God is good!
 My Child (Meditations of a New Mom) by Jill Work

My child,
I carried you in my heart before you were even born and dared to dream that you were real. My child,
I carried your picture with me since the day I received it, and dared to love a child I was yet to meet.

My child,
I carried you in my arms at last, and gazed in helpless wonder at your face, and dared to lose my heart to you. And now, my child, a dream fulfilled, a prayer answered, a family created, I have dared to become a mom. And so now, my precious child, I shall carry you home.

We thank God for his perfect plan for B’s life. We thank HIM for having us right where he wants us and for giving us the opportunity to influence this child’s life in a small way. We are rejoicing!

Lacking Grace

The other day, I was having a conversation with a friend about grace. After the conversation I went to dictionary.com to look up the exact definition of the word “grace”. One of the definitions was: mercy; clemency. Then I went and looked up the exact meaning of clemency, which I found out means: disposition to show forebearance, compassion, in judging or punishing; leniency. I began to realize how much grace we as people don’t extend to one another.


This realization really hit home with me , causing me to realize how critical I can be of others in the name of excellence. Often times In the midst of my criticism, I forget all about extending grace to the individual I’m criticizing.
I find it embarrassing, actually, how I can work up the nerve to withhold something from someone else, that’s been infinitely extended to me, by of all people, God Himself. So if God himself can extend grace to me on a daily basis, who am I to withhold it from someone else? Am I without need of grace myself or am I greater than God? Are you? We are such great recipients of grace, but are so quick to not give it to others.


“For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God…”

-Ephesians 2:8

Romon.

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