October 30, 2009 was one of the worst days of my life. I sat numbly through dinner with Mike and David, in absolute shock. Despite all the prayers and all of our love for two precious Colombian children, my agency called to tell me that the Colombian adoption committee refused to accept our appeal. They refused to let us come down to Colombia in person to plead our case, to show them we were indeed capable of adopting Juan David and his younger sister.
Eventually, over time, I had to come to terms with the fact that if I truly loved them, I had to accept that perhaps I was not the mother God had already chosen for them.
Just like the analogy of the butterfly, when you let something go, if it's meant to be your's, it will come back to you.
Juan David came back to me. His sister did not. I was the mother God chose for Juan, but He had other plans for his sister.
Fast-forward 7 years to today, October 30, 2016. I woke up this morning to an e-mail for Juan David in my inbox. The first e-mail sent directly from his sister, telling him where she lives, how much she loves him, asking about her older brother (who thought she didn't even remember him), and telling him how happy she is with a family who loves her dearly.
God had a different plan for her, another family who needed her to fill their hearts and complete their lives. It's a grander story than I could have imagined.
My heart is so full seeing them come back together after all this time. I look forward to watching them rebuild a relationship now that they are back in contact with one another.
- I am a wife, daughter, mother, bilingual teacher, poet, author, women's Bible study teacher, world traveler, orphan advocate, and an adoptive mother. Our adoption journey has been filled with a lot of hurt and loss, along with even more hope, grace, and healing. Through it we have experienced more of God than we ever bargained for and have watched Him miraculously redeem our story when we surrendered all the broken pieces to Him.