Total Surrender and a New Journey

Abigail changed our lives forever. She changed the way we see things. She changed the way we pray. She changed the way we related to God. She changed the way we relate to each other. She made us stronger. She made us wiser. She made us understand, maybe for the first time, what it really means to surrender to God. That little girl who lived 5 short weeks on this earth made a huge impact on her mommy and daddy. She gave us quite a gift.

I have always been the kind of person who likes to have a plan.  I need to know what is going to happen, when it’s going to happen, how it’s going to happen, and what I need to do to get ready. I like things to be safe, secure, predictable. I like to know what God’s will is and I really like it if His will happens to line up with what I think is best.

At least, that’s the person I used to be. Thanks to Abigail, and what God has done through her, I think I am beginning to understand what it means to totally surrender to God. We have been trying to conceive since December last year. We began trying as soon as we could after Abigail and so far we have not been successful. We have had several tests ran and everything keeps coming back clear. There seems to be no medical reason we aren’t getting pregnant.

At first this was really frustrating and heart breaking. Every month I would have a meld down every time my period started. It’s bad enough to have your heart broken every month but add monthly hormones on top of it and some days I wasn’t sure I was going to make it. Each time I would pray, “God don’t you hear my prayers? Don’t you see my pain? Doesn’t your Word say you will give me the desires of my heart?” And after fighting it and trying to figure it out I would surrender, “God, I know you are in control and I really do want what you know is best even if I don’t understand. So, please, your will not mine.” I won’t lie and say there were not months that I gritted my teeth as I prayed that and then had to confess that I didn’t really mean it. 

It wasn’t until July of this past year that I began really meaning that prayer. It was then that I started to loosen my grip on my plans and my desires. It was then that I began letting go of my side of the rope in this tug-o-war I was playing with God.

Here is a post from another blog that I write. It describes the struggles and hardships that led me to total surrender, and that led us to the journey we are on now:

“After many months of grieving the loss of Abigail and the struggle to conceive we both began praying about the Father’s direction for us and the children He desires for our family.  We went to many doctor’s appointments and had several tests ran to discover why we were not conceiving. So far we are checking out perfectly healthy and there seems to be no physical reason we are not conceiving, which is a huge praise.

As we continued on our journey we both began feeling that since there was no physical reason we weren’t conceiving there must be a spiritual one. At first I resolved to think that God was teaching us to be patient, wait, trust Him, let Him be in control, to let go, and to surrender my desires back to Him.  While I know all of this is true I couldn’t shake the feeling that that wasn’t all God was showing us.

In May of 2012 David and I began praying about adopting sooner than we had planned. We both began praying daily and researching adoption information. At this point neither of us told the other one that we were laboring over this call to adopt. In July of 2012 when we found out we were not pregnant yet again Dave sat down next to me on the bed to console me and asked, “Have you thought about adopting sooner rather than later?” 

We both shared our stories of how we had been praying and researching with each other. We felt God was telling us to take a step toward adoption in faith. We consulted several people in our lives that we consider spiritual mentors and they were all very encouraging and affirming. We had only been trying to conceive for 7 months at this point, which we realize is a short period of time, so we expected most people to tell us we were crazy and that we should try for a lot longer before considering adoption. But, we were pleasantly surprised when everyone we spoke to, including our families, was nothing but supportive.

For us adoption is not a last resort to have a baby. We do not see it as we have tried but can’t conceive so I guess we will adopt. We view it as an honor and a high calling. When we read Scriptures such as James 1:27 which says, “Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world,” and Isaiah 1:17 which says, “Learn to do good. Seek justice. Help the oppressed. Defend the cause of orphans. Fight for the rights of widows.” our hearts are so overwhelmingly burdened we can’t not move. We can’t just sit back and think someone else will do that. We know that adoption is not the only way to look after the orphans but it is the way in which God has called us to do what His Scripture commands all of us to do and we couldn’t be more thrilled.

This step of obedience to answer the call to adopt has been one of the most rewarding and challenging decisions I have ever made.  I have always wanted to adopt. Even as a child I remember thinking about it and being interested in it, but when it came to actually proceeding forward it wasn’t easy.

I had in mind a different scenario. My scenario was good. In fact, my “perfect” plan included the sacrifice and challenge of adoption too. But it didn’t look like this. It didn’t involve the loss of our first biological child. It didn’t involve a one year struggle with infertility. It didn’t involve many sleepless nights agonizing over the loss and the decision at hand about adoption. It didn’t involve any of those things. My plan was much easier with much less scary unknowns. I planned to have a two or three incredibly adorable and well behaved biological children first. Then when we had saved up enough money, learned how to do the parenting thing, we would adopt a child internationally.  That was the plan. Sounds pretty good to me.

But God has something different and something so much better in mind. It has not been easy laying down my desires and my plans to follow Him. I had to come to a point of total surrender. I remember laying on the ground in our back yard weeping as I handed all of this to God. I finally gave up the fight for my plans and I am so glad that I did. It is still hard some days but I am reminded of the truth of God’s word which says in Proverbs 16:9 “In his heart a man plans his course but the Lord determines his steps.”  I had planned my course but I am so glad God determined my steps. 

This decision, this journey has so far required the most faith of any step in my Christian walk. I am sure God will only continue to deepen mine and David’s faith as we look to Him to guide us each step of our adoption journey from the paper work stage to the day we bring home baby to the day we send baby to college. It will be a life long journey, but I’m so glad God has called us to.”

So, here I am three months after writing that post and we are waiting to find out if a birth mom chose us to be the parents for her little baby.

Last year when I sat in a Doctor’s office and heard the words, “I’m sorry but I think you are having a miscarriage,” I never dreamed we would be where we are right now. If you had told me that one year later we would showing our profile to birth mothers to adopt a baby I would have told you that you were crazy. But, as I said, I wouldn’t change it.

Abigail not only made us stronger, wiser, and so much closer to each other and God but she made the way for her little brother or sister to become part of our family.  If Abigail had lived she would be 3 months old now and I am pretty sure we would not be looking into adoption at that point. 

I am overwhelmed when I think of what God did through that little girl. He took her into the safety of Heaven where she was loved, accepted, and secure to make a way for another little baby to come into our home to be loved, accepted, and secure. Wow, the meaning of her name just keeps becoming more precious. While we grieved and did not understand the Father was rejoicing. He knew all along the good He would bring from this situation. He knew the beautiful things He intended to make out of the pain. I thank Him for our precious Abigail every day. She changed our lives, and the life of the little one God intends for our family, forever. She is already the best big sister a little brother or sister could ask for.