I'm not sure where to begin this post. There is so much backstory that this post could get rather lengthy! One thing I do know is this: I want to leave a written story of God's legacy of grace in our family. I believe it is so important for us to remember the things the Lord has done in our lives - the good and the bad. I don't want to forget, so I write.
In 2012 while we were {im}patiently waiting for a referral from China, we stumbled across some vague information regarding domestic adoptions within the Marshallese community. We were hosting a garage sale and a grandmother stopped by. She told us that her son was in Arkansas at that moment adopting a baby from the Marshall Islands. She said it was an extremely quick process, like 2-6 months quick, so my curiosity was naturally peaked! I started researching on the internet and came across a lady's blog about a Marshallese adoption. The process seemed extremely quick and easy from her testimony as well, so I decided to make a cold call!! Not easy for me to contact a perfect stranger, but I figured out a way to step out of my shy comfort zone and call this kind lady on the phone. She attested that this lawyer was legit, everything went smoothly, and then passed along her lawyer's contact information.
After briefly speaking with this attorney and researching the Marshallese community here in the states, we decided to create a "file", so to speak, of our family and place it with this attorney so that he could then promote our family to potential birth mothers. Needless to say, we never heard from the lawyer again and, instead, received a referral shortly after for our Chinese adoption. Hallelujah!

In June 2014, after our Suzie Q. had been home one year, we began to seriously consider adopting again. I think my heart has been all over the place this last year trying to figure out exactly what that next adoption would look like and where God would have us serve Him through adoption. In October 2014, we were introduced to a young woman who was living on the streets of Nashville, newly pregnant, and wanting to give her baby up for adoption. We offered to help her keep this baby by getting her the help that she still so desperately needed, but she insisted that she was not able to keep this baby. I was there with her when she heard the first heartbeat, when she found out she was having twins, when she lost one twin, when she was hospitalized for early labor, and eventually when she lost the second, a baby girl, at 20 weeks old. I knew that God had told me to help this lady, regardless of who would end up parenting those little miracle babies. I loved them and wanted them to be mine, but I loved this mama too. And, I desperately wanted her to get healthy so that she could find a way to parent her babies.
This dear lady, miscarried the very last day in January. God brought this lady into my life for a reason I know, but that reason was not adoption. Since I still felt this overwhelming desire to adopt again, I began praying and seeking God with renewed purpose. I called about foster care. We were ineligible due to the of the number of children in our home. I called about adopting a foster child. Most were older than our comfort level with young children in the home. I called about Jonah's Journey - fostering babies whose mothers are in prison. I called about cradle care - short term care for newborns while their birth mother decides if she wants to parent or place for adoption. I thought this was the program for us until I began to think of having a perpetual newborn in the house over and over! While I love newborns and this sounded perfect in my dreamy brain, I desperately love my sleep! I have never functioned well without it and quickly decided this was not the program for us.
During this time (2-12-15 to be exact!), I also emailed the Marshallese adoption attorney again to see if he still had our family file information. He informed me that he had taken our file out, but would be happy to update it and begin using it again. I sent him a brief update and moved on to more phone calls. Over spring break, I read a story about a sibling group of 4 small children in Texas and Robbie, without a hesitation, told me to call about them. I called over 15 times in a one week period trying to find out about these children to see if they had a forever home. I finally talked to someone who said they had 3 families already interested in them. I was bummed for us, but so happy that these children would have a home. We began to pray for direction as God continually closed door after door for us. We thought about returning to China, but were hesitant because of the enormous cost and burden of leaving our crew again for 2 long weeks. We were left to pray and continue to seek God. I just knew God was not finished adding to our family. He had given me this desire and I prayed desperately for Him to speak and give me ears to hear.
During this season of prayer (March 2014), we had a couple come to us and say that they wanted to give us a very generous donation to put towards our next adoption. This seemed bizarre since we had no hopes of adopting anytime soon. Only dead end roads and certainly a long journey ahead before we found the right road. Then, on April 11, 2015, we received an email from this private, mysterious attorney. He simply stated "our profile had been deemed acceptable by a birth mother who would like you to adopt her child." He gave a little more information before asking us to sign an attached contract and wire him a huge sum of money!

It was a Sunday morning when I read the email and then reread it before going outside to find Robbie. I read it to him and simply said I wasn't sure this was for real. My heart was a little excited, but it honestly sounded like a scam. We prayed about it at church, researched the attorney again when we got home, and then decided to email him back to see what more information he could provide us. On Monday, the attorney called and went through a few more specifics, enough for us to decide to spend some serious time in prayer. I was headed out of town on Wednesday for class field trip, so our attorney said we could talk again the following week.
Robbie and I both felt God telling us to say yes to this placement, even though it seemed like a huge risk. For us, we knew we had prayed for an opportunity like this to come along and we were willing to say "Yes!" to God until He told us otherwise. This adoption will be an open adoption, which is scary and exciting all at once! We know very little about the expecting parents but are praying for them by name as we wait to connect more in the future.
Through our recent research, we have learned that it is not uncommon for Marshallese birth moms to change their minds and decide to parent. But as I consider the sacrifice this mom is making, I have a hard time rooting for her to give her baby away. At the end of this pregnancy there is a very real chance that we could walk away without a baby. That we could pay a large sum of money, spend our emotions falling in love with this child and this family,and end up walking away with no child. I hope this will not be the case, but the Lord has given us both a peace that He is walking this journey with us and will be faithful to bring about His perfect plan.