our adoption story.
Goodness gracious. I just typed that title and promptly the thoughts popped into my head what if we never qualify? what if they turn us down? what if this doesn't go anywhere? what if our adoption story only. goes. this. far?
And to those thoughts, I say have faith. God knows what He wants for us, for a child out there. If our story only goes as far as tear-filled prayers and sobs for waiting children, then so be it.
If it goes farther, Father - we are ready.
Ah, here are the tears, arriving as if on cue. And now I am about to tell you an amazing story.
I posted my last blog post just before we received the news that my last remaining grandparent had passed away. My Granny Rutherford, my dad's mother. I wish I had known her heart better in this life. It was such a blessing to make the drive across the mountains, the prairies, back to my homeland, her homeland.
To be with my family as we said goodbye to her ashes in a vase, to embrace and be embraced by one another and a community--it was beautiful. The funeral was swift and not overly emotional, much like Grandma. I shed my own tears over her life, her legacy, the loss--but looking through her impeccably kept photo albums... well. Whoosh. I fell in love with this little lady, and saw sides of her I never ever knew existed.
|Grandma made all of these sweaters for the boys. My Dad is the littlest guy.|
She was a pioneer. She was a teacher. She was a wife, and a mother. She made things with her hands. She created many, many things. She lived her entire years of schooling as the only girl in her class. She was a tough lady, a stubborn lady, in so many ways.
She is part of me, part of where I come from. She and my Grandpa Chip raised my Dad, and his brothers. She buried all of her siblings and her husband before she
left got to go on. I am tough and stubborn, too. And a teacher, a wife, a mother, and a pioneer of sorts.
So many memories. I had a flood of memories as I walked into the hall for the lunch following the funeral--it was the place in our hometown where nearly every event takes place. Weddings, graduations, fashion shows, anniversary parties, you name it--it happens at the Kinsmen Hall. I was holding my babe, clutching Jacob's hand, following my husband and Isaac and Egan as we filed into this building that seemed so much larger (and dare I say fancier) when I was a child.
Then I heard someone call my name. Laura. Laura. I turned my head, and there was a woman very familiar and very dear to my heart. (I don't have her permission to publish her personal information yet so for now it will all be very mysterious and romantic). We embraced, I felt her genuine care for me in the circle of her arms. She spoke of how sorry she was for our loss, and how she was helping with the lunch. I was genuinely so grateful to see her, as special as she is to me. She whispered as she clutched my arm I'm so glad I caught you, I have a gift for you to which I had to say no no no, of course that's not necessary, thinking it had something to do with Christmas or a child's birthday or something, my mind was scrambling and my heart was touched. She pressed a folded piece of paper into my hand, and with tears in her eyes, gasped a tiny gasp, and poured out the words
I always wanted to adopt a child. But I didn't, and so I want to help you.
My heart exploded. My eyes brimmed over with tears. What did you just say? I gasped, my mouth fell open, and I was flabbergasted. All I could think was but we're not even asking for money yet and we know God will provide and oh my goodness the tears and the throat tightening and oh my goodness is this what a miracle feels like? We had only just mentioned it online; on my blog, on facebook, and in twitter conversations. She squeezed my arm again, and said God bless you - and I collapsed into her arms, hugging her more tightly, again. I thanked her profusely, but feel it just wasn't enough. How could it ever be enough?
I made a beeline straight for my Man--I had to share this news with him. I couldn't bring myself to open the folded piece of paper, still warm from her hand. I didn't want to be rude, didn't want to draw attention. I asked Joel if he would. I wanted to thank her again and again. He turned his back to me and opened it. When he turned his face in my direction, his eyes were filled with tears. He could barely choke out the words you're going to cry, babe. you're going to cry.
It was $1000. A thousand dollars. From a quiet, compassionate and incredibly hard-working little farm woman, a woman who does not come from great wealth.
Dear God in heaven--I am sobbing in front of my computer as I type out this story. Shamelessly and joyfully sobbing and tears spilling and heart aching with the beauty and the gift and the knowledge that
The mountains melt like wax before the LORD, before the Lord of all the earth. Psalm 97:5
Bless you, sweet lady--bless you bless you bless you. I sobbed, Joel sniffed, we held each other so tightly. I am still furrowing my brow and shaking my head in disbelief, and in complete awe of how God works. We were and still are completely blown away. (I will update this story if this dear woman is comfortable, and if not, she will remain to you, dear Readers, our generous and brave and blessed initial benefactor. But we know who she is, and Jesus knows who she is. Treasure in heaven, baby. You're buildin' it. Love to you, my friend, my fellow mama, you know who you are. Tears. Joy. Love.)
And as if that wasn't enough, the very next day I recieved an email from a girl Joel knows from Ontario.
You don't know me, I went to youth group with your sweet hubby. I am in a Bible Study called 40 days in the Word and we are doing a project called the Micah 6:8 project. Since I am a blog reader of yours, our group project is (wait for it).......
We want to help you and your sweet hubby fund your adoption.
With that note, I know you knit are you willing to send me something we can auction of at our "Girl's Night out for the Luyts"....let me know what you think.
He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the LORD require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God? Micah 6:8
And these beautiful women, women I have never met, came together for our benefit, without us asking, and were able to raise $1460 in one evening. Whoosh--and there come the tears, again.
This is just the beginning, just the scratching the surface of what God can do, and imagine what kinds of things can be done when we actually begin asking? So shall I? Even though it feels so incredibly weird, and even rude, I know scripture says
Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you. Matthew 7:7
If you feel it in you to give, now you can. Rest assured I will be asking with much more urgency once we are more deeply into the process.
I have installed a ChipIn widget on our Fundraising for Our Adoption tab (at the top of the page) where you can click, donate through Paypal, and know that if for any reason anything causes our adoption to not go all the way through as I spoke of in the beginning? Then with a simple click, I can and will return all donations directly to whomever sent them. Just so you know. We begin our homestudy this month, and the long list of things that adoption entails.
And now? We meet with an agency this month, and we keep praying for the children out there waiting for families, and who and where God is calling us to find. And the more I learn about special-needs orphans in other countries, the more I cannot pretend I am not aware, and the more I know I have to do something. I. Have. To. Do. Something.
God, I trust You. I have faith.
Please continue to lift us in prayer as we are bold in faith, trusting in God and stepping out of our comfort zones and being stretched in many ways. Thank you for your prayers. Bless you--as your faith helps move mountains, too.
And what the heck, I think I'll do another giveaway. I have had such an amazing response about my infinity scarves (one is even being shipped to Ontario to the lucky winner of the door prize at our first adoption fundraiser--how cool is it to even be able to say that? aaahhhhh!) I am going to give another one away, and I'm fairly certain I am going to start selling them as an ongoing fundraiser as well--and I might even make them to order. And for you patient Readers, I will have the stories on my blog tabs up as soon as possible. Bless you for your patience.
So... the scarf. To enter, leave a comment, share this link on facebook, on twitter, on email, and come back and leave comments that you've done these things and each one will give you an extra chance to enter--and pray your head off. Please, pray.
The winner will be announced on my next post which will be coming shortly as we have all kinds of good news to share. God is so good--all the time, He is good.
Those mountains? Do you see them, baby? They be movin'.