We didn’t know what the response would be.
We knew that this choice, to go across the ocean to bring home a child with special needs may not make a lot of sense to the outside world.
What if no one supported us? What if no one seemed bothered by this little boy on the other side of the world?
What I failed to consider in my early days of trying to formulate explanations and reasons for our choice was that they may not be necessary.
That a community of people would simply say ‘yes’ to our boy.
Yes to his value.
Yes to his deserving of love and belonging.
Yes to love.
To see Baby D’s village rise up to bring him home is truly one of the most amazing things I have ever witnessed.
Yes looks like a determined 8th grader rallying her friends to sell freezees and raise donations at school.
Yes looks like anonymous donations.
Yes looks like giving us a place to stay as we travel out of town for meetings.
Yes looks like babysitting our children so that we can complete adoption requirements.
Yes looks like carefully crafting handmade goods for an auction.
Yes looks like taking care of flights.
Yes looks like boldly sharing Baby D’s story.
Yes looks like prayers and words of encouragement.
Yes looks like people purchasing cookie dough, bidding on auctions, buying aprons.
Yes looks likes offers to plan and hold fundraisers on our behalf.
This process is hard. It is frustrating and often heartbreaking.
But when we look at how God is weaving a path to Baby D we can’t help but humbly and joyfully move forward, knowing full well that He is in the details and that ultimately, He has this taken care of.
There has been numerous instances in this process that have clearly shown His hand at work, including the story of Noah.
I had previously mentioned that our adoption journey started with my following along of a blog entitled Finding Baby Brother. Learning of little Noah’s journey home from Eastern Europe to his family was the catalyst to propel us full speed into our own adoption journey.
I reached out to Noah’s mom, Kecia, through social media hoping to gain some insight from her about the process, and to ask a few questions.
Through our chatting we figured out that out of the hundreds of orphanages in his country, Baby D was in Noah’s very orphanage.
Through further detective work we learned that Baby D was not only in Noah’s orphanage, but that he was currently laying in the very same bed that little Noah had once laid in as he, just like Baby D, waited for his family.
The timeline of Noah’s adoption and Baby D’s estimated birth date make it quite plausible that Baby D was just a few doors down the hallway from where little Noah was meeting his family for the very first time.
Noah turned two years old a few weeks ago. His family obviously showered him with love and gifts, however Noah’s birthday party was once again connected to our little Baby D.
It had been laid upon Noah’s mom’s heart to include in Noah’s birthday party a fundraiser to pay it forward and help bring one more orphan home to his family.
After connecting with our story, it was made clear to Noah’s family that it was to be Baby D that they would help bring home.
Baby D and Noah will forever have a connection I don’t know that anyone will fully understand.
Baby D and Noah know what it’s like to wait day after day for a mommy and a daddy.
They know what it’s like to be hungry and not be offered food.
They know the details of the monotonous routine of that room in that orphanage.
They know what its like to go to sleep alone each night. To rock for comfort. To stare at their hands for stimulation.
But Noah now knows the love of family. He knows bedtime stories, and siblings squabbles. Birthday cake and trips to the beach. Snuggles and kisses and mom’s homemade breakfasts.
And God, who weaves everything together for good chose to use little Noah, once lost and now found, to help bring our Baby D home to his forever family.
Our dream would be that these courageous little boys would meet some day. That instead of lying still together, forgotten pushed aside, that they would run and laugh and play together and that we would have the privilege and joy at marveling at an all powerful God who is most certainly still in the business of redemption.
And given the miracles that have happened in these boys stories already? I’m believing that that just may happen. What a day that will be!
“With God there are no contingencies. The mighty charioteer of Providence has gathered up all the reins of all the horses, and He guides them all according to His infallible wisdom. There is a foreknowledge and predestination which concerneth all things, from the motion of a grain of dust on the threshing-floor to that of the flaming comet which blazes athwart the sky. Nothing can happen but what God ordains; and therefore, why should we fear?”