Our desire for adoption is growing, growing, growing......

You probably did not expect to read this post, especially since we just became parents. But God has given Steve and me a huge desire to adopt. We have no idea if God will allow us this awesome privilege, or how He will accomplish it, but we are more than willing. We would love to adopt internationally or locally. However, it seems that God has given us more of a desire for an international adoption. There are so many needs here and there. Our friends, Josh and Loraena, are currently in the process of adopting from Rwanda. We would love to follow in their footsteps.

Recently, I spoke with someone who was very surprised that we were considering adoption. They asked me, "what put the idea of adoption in your mind?". I wanted to shake them. I wanted to stare them in the eyes and say,
Jesus. God's Son. Our relationship to Christ. Salvation. THE GOSPEL.

What better example of the Gospel is there than adoption? When you sit and think about it, I don't know how anyone, truly in Christ, could NOT consider adoption. Notice I said consider. I realize it might not be God's choice for every family. The following thoughts, from an adoption agency worker, are what engaged my mind, once again, towards thoughts of adoption this morning. I should also mention that Steve and I just watched Kite Runner. Although not based on a true story, it has been stated that many of the details of the movie were based off of the life experiences of the writer. And I won't pretend to think that those things don't really happen to children in our world.

Again, in OUR WORLD.

happening to CHILDREN!

Steve and I are ready to go find our children...............


She writes, "The Catholic orphanage is based out of Calcutta, India, and photos of Mother Teresa are on many walls giving her the honor she deserves for the countless millions of lives she brought hope to. I notice two young children who are about three and four years old with arms around each other. Chatting and hugging and walking down a set of steps together. So sweet – like the flowers I smell behind me. My desire to photo this precious scene is struggling with what I have been told by the nuns. No photos! As we walk down the steps, our nun becomes very talkative! She is Indian and visiting from Calcutta. I am glad that speaks wonderful English. Even though she is young, she is extremely advanced in wisdom and compassion for both the orphans and the mentally handicapped adults which she cares for personally. Our nun then hurried us down a long, cement hallway to another room – I was so shocked to see over a hundred metal cribs, pushed together in clusters here and there. The silence was my first shock, not one baby was crying. The stillness of the room caused my heart to freeze, as well as my feet and thoughts. Why are they so quiet?

She began again, “All of these babies are orphans. True orphans. No father, no mother. They come to us sometimes in the middle of the night with umbilical cords still attached, naked, filthy from being birthed into a pit latrine hole (usually 20’ deep) and they are left at our gate in plastic bags. Sometimes the person who found them in the latrine has put the newborn in a plastic bag and leaves the child in the road in the middle of the night because they don’t want to be noticed by neighbors. The Sector official gets up in the early morning to see if there are any ‘bags’ on the road, and if so, he brings them to the metal gate. That is how we get most of our children.” Prostitutes, especially child-prostitutes, and over-burdened widows are desperate to get rid of their baby. They feel they have no other way. They are starving themselves. Some of their other children are beggars on the street. They live in the mud huts, they have no hope.

We have only been in this cemented room for a few minutes when I find myself just standing and staring. Then my third shock came to me - in the form of rashes and open sores on the baby’s skin (due to the bacteria and insects in the latrine) and the broken legs of one baby (because of the fall down the deep pit). Orphaned, deformed, and no arms to hold or comfort her pain. Only cold, lifeless metal bars are her world. Our talkative, friendly nun shares with me that this is not uncommon. The fall is too great.

The enormity of what my eyes are seeing and the visualization of that child’s entrance into this world now registers in tears. I thought that men were the tormentors of these people, that they were the ones who had stifled life and dreams and hopes with the Genocide killings in 1994. Maybe that is exactly what they did – and hope is still gone for many Rwandans. I am now listening to this young woman tell me how thousands of mothers choose to dispose of their child and in many cases, the child dies alone in a bag. I slowly look around the room. There’s too many. My eyes and hands fall to the nearest one. I touch his frail fingers. My touch startles him. Did this little one come in a plastic bag only a few months ago? I didn’t know this existed in our world. How is America to know? Will they care? Or is this just another Africa story on poverty?

I don’t remember what was said for the next few minutes as she ushered us into the sunlight, then under an awning where children were sitting down to eat. Now I hear clamor. Laughing and energetic little three to four-year old children who bear smiles and are singing. I make the connection - these nuns nurture and transform lifeless, lost babies that someone thought was refuse into happy, and seemingly healthy, children. God Bless these nuns.

The children are not very clean or not at all well dressed. Must not be enough clothing for the 55 children I count at the long two foot high table – but they are happy. They get to play outside, bang drums, and run around and find some joy in this little prison of theirs. But I saw them. They are there. One hundred and thirty children. They are waiting. They don’t know they are waiting – right now they are a mass of humanity waiting for life to unfold. Like a rose bud. The petals are fragile – but each uniquely beautiful. They are too young for dreams or opinions or even the knowledge of a family. They know caring, yet I don’t think they know love. They only know the hands of the nuns – not the arms of a mother. And there are too few nuns to share arms.

My frozen heart begins to melt as I see God’s presence in their smiles, the nun’s gentleness, and the photos of Jesus on the outdoor brick walls. Jesus loves to shine in the darkest corners of earth. I believe it is His way to show Hope."


  1. Good words, Sarah. We've considered this as well at various times...still praying :-).

    I always think of the James passage - "true religion is...caring for widows and orphans"

  2. Yes, yes, yes. I could not agree more. I think adoption is one of the most beautiful things a family can do.

  3. Sarah - what a blessing to read your post today! This is a burden that's been growing on Steve's and my hearts too... we will hold you up in prayer if you will pray for us. It's a deal?

    Love you and Happy New Year!

  4. Hey friends - Happy New Year! Just wanted to mention I have a ton of friends adopting. Kenya makes it tough but it is possible. I also have friends adopting from Ethiopia so if you need any contacts let me know.

  5. Mark--yes, I've decided that all four of us kids need to adopt....giving mom and dad a baker's dozen of grandkids;-)

    I think of that verse too.....it keeps me thinking Gospel thoughts.

    Shannalee--I agree! ;-)

    Sarah--SO good to hear from you--we really, really, really need to get together. Steve and I will hopefully be up your way soon and I will definitely let you know. Definitely a deal--will be praying as the Lord brings you to my mind and we thank you for keeping us before God's throne on this matter as well! Love to you and your family!

    Paul--it's funny. we almost always talk about you when we talk about adoption;-) You probably will be hearing from Steve soon;-) Have you found a wife yet?! Just kidding! Well, kind of. No, not really. ;-)

  6. what an incredible story! and praise God for the ones he raises up that tirelessly care for the "unwanted". I always say wouldn't it be wonderful if celebrities would care for orphan children as much as they seem to care for rescued animals?
    thank you for sharing!


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