1998. Freshman in college. Private Christian University. Boyfriend was a youth ministries major. Spring break. Oops! 3 weeks later--positive pregnancy test. My world as I knew it was flipped upside down. I found out I was pregnant during Spring Quarter at NNU. By this point I was only 6 weeks pregnant and I had been throwing up nonstop for 3 weeks. My boyfriend was completely freaked out and immediately broke off the relationship. I was 18 years old, pregnant at a conservative college that I was on scholarship to as a pre-med major, and my youth-pastor-to-be boyfriend dumped me. Not exactly the life I had planned out for myself! The next 4 months were filled with nothing but pure agony. I was extremely sick...I mean EXTREMELY sick......had to leave college midway through the semester, and my family was devastated. I want to be very clear in saying that my immediate family was very supportive of me from the beginning. As hard as it was for them, they loved me for who I was and saw past my failures to support me as their daughter and sister. I am so grateful for this undeserved and unconditional love! But the situation was still very difficult to deal with. About 4 months into the pregnancy, I began to feel like adoption was a route I wanted to consider. I only have one sibling--a sister who is 5 years younger, and my parents had adopted her at birth. What I knew of adoption had nothing but a positive connotation for me. After a few days, I picked up the phone and dialed the agency (New Hope in Seattle). I spoke to a wonderful counselor who drove down to meet with me and in NO WAY pressured me or made me feel like adoption was my only option. By the end of that month I had decided on adoption and was given a few different profiles of prospective adoptive parents for my baby. I knew right away which couple was for me. My parents, sister, and I all looked at them independently, and amazingly all agreed on who we thought would be best! I love how God works out details! I met them shortly after and knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that they were the parents of my unborn baby. As much as I wanted to be the baby's mother, I knew that I couldn't fill the roll of both a Mom and a Dad. But even more than that, God used this time to draw me back to Him. To humble me. To convict me. To shower His abundant love on me. It was truly incredible.
December 18, 1998 at 3:43 AM, 12 days overdue, Andrew Paul was born. He was a perfect little baby and the memories I have of the few days I had with him are literally beyond words. God did a huge work in my heart in those days, and I cherish the precious memories that I have with that precious baby. Handing him over; placing him into Patti's arms in the hospital and then turning and walking out that door was the absolute hardest thing I have ever done. My heart literally felt like it was being ripped out of my chest. It was excruciating.....but I have to say that I had peace the entire time. Peace of knowing I was in God's will. Peace that it was all going to work out and that my heart would someday heal. Peace that he was going to be okay. And absolute peace and confidence in Mike and Patti, Drew's Mom and Dad. They are amazing parents to him. Along with Mike and Patti, we agreed upon an "open adoption." This means that we send each other pictures and letters, we catch up on the phone, and see each other every couple of years.
Fast forward 3 years. Micah and I met during a summer when I was home from college between my Jr. and Sr. year. We fell in love, got married, and I never went back for that 4th year. Darn boys! :) Mike and Patti brought Drew to our wedding, and many of my extended family were able to meet him for the first time. I think a lot of healing took place that day.
Micah and I have now been married for 7 1/2 years and have 2 precious children between us: Caleb Johnathen and Caitlyn Amaria Grace. We love them dearly.
So here we are now---August 2009. My little Drewbug will be 11 (!!!!!) years old this year. I've felt a tugging at my heart off and on over the years. A tug towards adoption. I know that part of this tugging I've felt is God's way of showing me His redeeming love. Would I adopt a baby just because I gave one up and feel like I deserve it? NO. Do I think that there are women out there who are broken and hurting and unable to care for their children? Yes. Am I the perfect Mom? Um, NO. But I do know that "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" and I count it an absolute blessing to be able to love whatever child is placed in our home. I can't wait. I know that I will probably break down into a puddle of tears and feel absolutely humbled that I even have the opportunity to love on one of God's precious children. And I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that when I see that baby, I will be seeing a glimpse of redemption. Of grace. Of adoption coming full circle.