With each passing day, my heart is filled with a greater desire to adopt a child. I still yearn for another biological son or daughter, but I am no longer wrapped up in my stuggle with infertility. I know that God has the ability to bless us with another miraculous child in His perfect timing. With that knowledge, I plan to prepare my body and pray that He grants us a natural pregnancy.
In the meantime, Wade and I continue to research adoption. We are certain that little ones are missing from our family, and it is quite possible that one may come to us through the gift of adoption. There is no doubt that loving an orphaned child is an admirable life-long ministry. Now we are prayerfully considering whether it is the right choice for us at this time in our lives. Should we choose to move forward, utilizing an adoption agency would be a wise, but financially challenging undertaking. We have so much to think about! Please pray that the Lord will guide us and provide accordingly.
Thanks a million to those who have offered information and encouragement. We sincerely appreciate it!
Blessings, Ramona
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I'm so glad that you are considering all of this. The blessing of being loved by a little person is a gift beyond measure, and in the end, you can't help but wonder who helped whom more.
Before my grandmother died, she gave my mom some newspaper clippings of letters that she had written to a newspaper columnist. After countless miscarriages and birth of a daughter that only lived a day, she wrote, "My heart goes out to you all for I know what it is to come home empty handed.....a very sad ending to a very happy beginning."
About the adoption of her son (my uncle), she wrote: "I will step back to the subject of our baby boy for the benefit of those of you who hesitate and are uneasy about a child. Take our advice and take one as soon as you can. They are just as dear to you as your own flesh and blood (You wonder why we know? We had and still have a very dear little girl of our own, now 10 years old). Words cannot express how we feel about him. Every time I look at his roly poly face and dark eyes I forget all else but live in him."
It just dawned on me that these words are from what could be called my grandmother's "blog" of 1932! She'd love it.
Christine Raquepaw
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