Sunday, December 29, 2013

2013- I will never forget you


Facebook and my pastor's sermon have together inspired me to write a year in review for 2013. What a BIG YEAR!

One year ago today I had no idea. I had no idea that we would be matched.  I had no idea what a great adventure awaited us. I had no idea how much God loved me.  I had no idea that there was this miracle son would be in our lives for Christmas of 2013.

GOD
Before entering this journey, I would have completely trusted in my belief that God loved me.  But this journey showed me that I had little loop holes, where I believed I wasn't lovable enough, and that the God of the Universe couldn't love me as much as he loved others.  If I have learned one thing in this journey, it is that I could not be any more wrong.  GOD is FAITHFUL.  He sustained me.  I hurt during this adoption.  There were moments it was painful.  And time and time again, God sent his reminders that he was always with me.  And he is with me still as I praise him from the mountain top. And he loves me more than is imaginable and has always loved me that much.

FRIENDS AND FAMILY
I am blessed with so many. This journey has highlighted this abundance. In 2013, so MANY joined my family in prayer and faithfully held us through the prayer calendar.  People gave us money, prayed with us, let me cry on them, and freak out. My sister lived in our home to care for our pets and house.  And my other sister traveled to a far away land to help us bring home our son.   And now that M is home and in our family, he is so loved by these same amazing people.

SATAN
Well, he is real.  I would have never been so self-important as to believe that I or my family would be the target of spiritual warfare.  After all, I provide all of the barriers to my relationship with Christ that are needed and then some.  So, imagine my surprise when I start to realize we were under attack. This may sound a little out there, but when you find out an organ needs to be removed from your body, your told you might die if you go to Africa (the day before your leave), and then the next day, your tree falls down and you find out that you SHOULD NOT COME TO AFRICA in an email as your are boarding your plane, you start to wonder about some things.  As I started to wonder about these phenomena, I looked around at the other families that were adopting and caring for orphans, and guess what!?!?  They were also under attack.  I guess I write this to help shed light on this.  The opposition DOES NOT want us to care for God's children.  So if you know someone doing just that, pray for them.  Dear Church, reach out to them.  Adoption offers enough challenges, adding Satan's battering can be a lot to bear.  ON A BRIGHTER NOTE, Satan doesn't win, and God makes all things work together for good. 



M
At the beginning of 2013, M was a concept.  He wasn't real.  We didn't know who he was, where he was, when he would join us.  And then the amazing day in February came and we learned of our young young son.  The months passed, and our paperwork continued to hold up our family finally coming together. AND THEN THERE WAS JULY! and M joined us. AT NINE MONTHS.  The exact age that my husband and I said "wouldn't it be great if we were matched with a nine month old" 2.5 years before, when we started this journey. When we met, M was wide-eyed, still, immobile sleepy, super compliant, quiet. We have watched M transform into something completely different! M is now opinionated.  LOUD. Active. Loving. Needing. Demanding. Laughing. Joyful. He still has big eyes, but the look of being alone is gone. It is such an honor to be his mother.

Rosebud
She has her brother.  Completely and innocently oblivious as to how typcial families grow, she is ready for us to 'go back on the plane, and this time get a sister'.  And she doesn't want a baby sister. She wants someone she can play with ;)  A great and loving big sister! we often have to help her learn to show her affection in ways that M prefers.(Not many people want constant in your face lovin's). She shows him off to whomever will entertain her pleas for attention.

(He is having a good time I promise.  We are just shaking things trying to get them both to look and smile at the same time.  Clearly, we had no success)
Sisters think tiaras are hilarious.  Brothers agree.


2013 was a Roller Coaster!  I am so glad we were on it.  I learned so much and have gained so much. But, I wouldn't mind if 2014 was a little less eventful ;)

Monday, September 16, 2013

M is for Miracle



It has been some time since I have written.  I have thought about my next blog post for quite awhile.  My weeks following our return from Africa were unexpectedly complicated.  And now, life has slowed down.  I want to share, to testify, about the miracles that God had laid out for us on our trip to meet our son.  This is not a story of a woman who faithfully marched into the unknown and was blessed for her trust in the Lord. This is a story of a scared little girl trapped in a woman’s body, who struggled with anxiety the entire trip, and was blessed despite all of this.

The weeks leading up to the trip, things were going very well.  Work was wrapping up nicely.  Plans were laid, etc. etc.  Excitement! Yearning!  We knew M did not have his passport yet, but it seemed like being in the country was the best way to get it, and it appeared as if there was an easy solution. We were ready to go get our son!

 Then, the day before our trip, I went to the doctor.  For months, my back and ribs had been hurting.  I have often experienced back pain, so I just assumed it was something related to my normal back conditions.  When I went to my doctor’s office, I was told it was my gallbladder.  Not only that, but that I had a gallstone that was attempting to block a duct.  My doctor very seriously told me I should not go on the trip. He asked me to send my husband without me. He stated that I could get gangrene and would not have access to appropriate medical care in Africa.  I graciously thanked him and we set up a surgical consult for when I returned.  I explained that I had to go get my son.  I made it to the parking lot before I completely freaked out.  Tears, ugly crying.  My husband met me at home. We prayed and decided I still needed to go.
That night, as I tried to sleep, I could not ward of anxiety and nausea.  While planning the trip, we had decided if paperwork went wrong, I would stay in Africa with M, and my husband would return to work.  All I could think was: what if I need to stay for months, and my gallbladder ruptures? What will I do with M? I can’t let him lose another mother.  And what about Rosebud?  And so on, and so forth.  Well as this storm raged inside of me, a storm raged outside of our home.  And around 2:00 a.m., I decided to look out our front door and watch.  Might as well, I wasn’t sleeping.  I was surprised to see that our very very tall elm(?) tree had completely uprooted and fallen into our neighbor’s yard.  I ran and woke up my husband, and we went out to inspect.  Miracle Number 1: Nothing was damaged except for our tree and her small rose bush.  She was so kind and we all stood in the wet lawn in the early hours of the morning, laughing about the absurdity of a tree falling before we traveled to Africa for almost a month. As we gathered up our belongings that morning to prepare for our flight, our three sets of parents went about the business of segmenting a tree and removing it from our neighbor’s yard.  Oh what a blessing!

We made it through the airport without incident.  As we sat waiting to board our first flight, my husband received an email.  DO NOT COME TO LESOTHO.  We do not know when the paperwork will be able to be completed.  If you come now, you may be here indefinitely.  (an email from our Lesotho social worker).  My mind went straight to my gallbladder, which before the previous day, I had never given two seconds of thought to.  Were we headed for disaster? Would my health ruin everything? How would there ever be resolution?  Were we misreading what God was telling us?  Should we not be going now? The next day’s worth of travel gave me ample amounts of time to panic.  I would continue to struggle with my anxiety for much of the trip.  Were we being unwise? I would wake in the middle of the night, finding it difficult to breath.  I found comfort in The Word.  1 Peter 5:7, Psalm 3 ( I was feeling a little attacked at the time), Exodus 14:14, Joshua 1:9, and the list goes on.

The first days in Lesotho were a bit nutty.  Our social worker spent most of her time in meetings, trying to find solutions to the passport issue.  You see, the country had started using a new computer system to manage birth certificates and passports.  The issue was that the adoption component was not set to go online until the end of the year. No one seemed to have an answer for how to get M's travel documents.  Miracle 2: We received permission to work around the system, having M’s passport issued in his given name, without our surname.  Thank you God!  Thank you social worker!  Thank you government officials!  What a relief.  Now all that lied ahead were some appointments with the U.S. Embassies.  

Miracle 3: M was ready to attach to his family. His first day, you could see the difficulty of his transition in his body language, lack of facial expression, and his constant falling asleep.  Our little man was overwhelmed in a way that I cannot describe.  As the days passed, his laughter increased.  His desire to be held and snuggled was vehement.  And he became noisy.  Described as a quiet little boy at the orphanage, we watched our son transform into a squawking, babbling, laughing baby.  He grew a preference for me which was followed by a secondary preference for my husband once stateside.  He is our biggest miracle of the trip.  I cannot express what a beautiful fit into our family he is! We love our family of four.

Miracle 4:  This may not seem like a miracle, but our orphanage did something beautiful for our son that I do not want to describe in detail, so that a surprise is not ruined for other families. Because of Beautiful Gate, my son will be blessed in knowing what children are naturally curious about.  Who cared for me? Where did I grow up?  What is my story?  I cannot put into words my gratitude and awe for a staff that cares so much for each of their children!

Now, back to the story.  We go to our embassy appointment in Lesotho.  We think all things are in order.  We meet with a new consulate officer, who is very lovely, but tells us that we may be in for a long wait. She does not know how to process M’s application since his name on the adoption documents do not match his passport.  She tells us to be thankful that we have our son, but to be prepared to stay for a few more weeks.  

Queue another Tara freak out.  I made it back to the hotel and away from my children before I wept with my husband (who by the way, stayed calm).  What would we do? What if I needed a surgery? Which of us would stay? How could this be? Other countries do this the same way!  Miracle 5: By the end of the day, we had an email.  All had been resolved.  They had been able to quickly communicate with the South African U. S. embassy.  They could process M’s paperwork.  The trip was equal parts me freaking out and me throwing myself in front of the Lord, who unwavering, provided for every step. The trip unfolded in a way that had already been orchestrated.  He had provided for our every need.  Despite his crazy child getting frenzied and fearful.

Miracle 6: We needed another adult.  I am not sure if it counts as a miracle or a blessing, but having my sister with us was completely necessary. Because of all the messy paperwork stuff, we had to wait at embassies and meet with people etc.  Leaving Rosebud to have fun with my sister was such a relief. Rosebud got very sick in Johannesburg, and the physician believed that she may have appendicitis.  Because my sister stayed with M (we thought we were going to be gone for at most 1 hour), the daylong event that was blood draws, hospital visits for ultrasounds, urine analysis (which my 3 year old was not ready for.  Giving a sample was possibly the hardest thing she did.  Shy bladder).  Seeing my little girl in a hospital gown in Africa was more than I had bargained for.  I had come to terms with my possible need for surgery in a foreign country, but had NOT considered my child needing one.  Whatever her illness was, it did not appear to be her appendix.  We continued to watch her, making her jump on one foot every three hours as ordered by the doctor.  What a crazy day!  Miracle 7: Rosebud got well.  No surgery required.

The first 2.5 weeks of the trip, I had no gallbladder symptoms.  By the end of our trip and our time in Johannesburg, my health was worsening, and I was started to feel very badly.  Miracle 8: My gallbladder held on just long enough. About a week after my return, my gallbladder was removed, an outpatient procedure.    A miracle, I made it home.  By the time I got home, all I could do was lay.  I was sick sick, and so thankful to be in the US. The week after my surgery, I had a host of helpers come to help me with Rosebud and M.  I describe myself as Marie Antoinette that week, as I summoned my sweet servants to bring me my son J  I could not pick him up, due to the surgery.  It was definitely not what I expected our first weeks home to look like, but how blessed those weeks were! 

None of these things were beautiful coincidences.  I had prayer warriors supporting us the entire trip. Long before our journey,  I and many many others had prayed that God would go before us on this trip and that we would have a blessed trip and blessed meeting of our son.  And that was exactly what we had.  The tense moments and anxiety that I had were just distractions from the truth.  The God that loves me is faithful and good.  He got us to Africa, which helped the wheels move for M’s paperwork, which got us out of the country  with our amazing son, in time for me to have a minor outpatient surgery.  All things worked together for good.  He told me months ago: I have a son for you.  And how he did!  And all of the waiting and wondering and worrying, worth every second.  Not only did our family grow in numbers and love, but I learned so much about the character of the Lord.  I feel so silly in retrospect for all of the tense moments of worry and hopelessness.  Never was there a moment that we were not provided for.  Never a moment for which we were left alone.  

M’s name means mercy, which we received in bulk.  But also, M is for Miracle.  

(Rosebud and her brother)

Saturday, August 10, 2013

The journey continues!

We were BLESSED by The Lord and our hard working social worker. All of M's paperwork fell into place, and the US Embassy green lighted is to go on to round two in Johannesburg, so that is where we find ourselves today.

I almost cried leaving Lesotho. I really love it there. We had our adoption ceremony at Beautiful Gate, which was more special and precious than I could have ever imagined. 

My sweet Rosebud is home sick and is a bit needy of her mommy, but of course! She is going through so much change.

Our little M, who was described as quiet and serious, has become a noisy squeaking giggle box. I cannot believe I  blessed to participate in his life. 

I had planned on updating my blog more frequently, but I had not counted on two things. 1. Spotty Internet service. 2. My own exhaustion.

I know some of my friends that read this blog are still waiting to be matched. Please find the strength to continue. Seeing those beautiful faces....a home of 70 children (plus). May The Lord strengthen you and help preserve you or the long journey!

I was able to meet with some of the government representatives in Lesotho, and I believe they do have a heart for their orphaned children.

Please continue to lift us in prayer. For sustained health. For our meetings with the embassy here in Johannesburg. For my little Rosebud and M to continue to bond and for us to arrive safely home next week!




Thursday, August 1, 2013

Hello from Maseru!!!


Things are well. We have M and he is doing as well as can be expected. We thought he was a serious guy, but he laughs and giggles a lot when comfortable. He seems to be managing his overwhelming change by sleeping a lot and needing lots of snuggles.

We have run into a few hiccups with the ole passport. We could use prayer that the situation is cleared up. We would like to be in the states as planned, but are mostly just excited about being with M.

Rosebud LOVES this baby, and a lot of our energy is spent helping her not constantly touch his face and be in his personal space.

Prayer requests:
1. That this passport thing gets sorted out.
2. That we make it through the embassy meetings without a hitch. (And for my illogical anxiety about this step).
3. For our health.
4. For the long flight home.
5. That M finds comfort in our presence and begins to bond with his new family.

Thank you all.

Here is a quick photo  or two 





Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Faith, Hope, and Wisdom?

(If you read nothing else, read the bottom of this page.  Many of you know adoptive families.  Read the bottom of the page to get what adoption really looks like. )

Paperwork has been a hang up for our adoption process.  And so it was no surprise to hear your court date has happened, you are his parents BUT there is a BRAND NEW process for birth certificates and passports, which will most likely hold up these vital documents. Que banging head against wall. Without these, we cannot leave the country with M.

So, needless to say, this made me cry.  I just want to go get my kid.  SO BADLY! So Michael and I were talking, and decided, Why don't we just go ahead and go?  We may end up being there longer, and we may be inviting more frustration.  But we have decided to take frustration AND have our son. We are stepping out in faith and hope.  I'm not sure if wisdom is going with us, but we are definitely praying for it!

Our agency director and in-country social worker have both been great in being open minded about this idea. The Lesotho government has been gracious and is allowing us to come over before all the i's are dotted.  We have been cautioned about the unpredictability of how quickly or slowly documents move through this system.  We feel like we are well aware of the unpredictability, and this makes us feel all the more convinced to head over and start the bonding process with our baby, while he is still a baby. 

So now we plan.  We buy tickets, we book lodging, we pray for paperwork to process. We plan to leave while it is still barely July.

Here is how you can join us in prayer :) (thanks everyone)

1. That the paperwork gets completed in a timely manner, and we are able to spend only the necessary amount of time across the ocean.

2. That we all stay healthy and safe.  That the Lord goes before us and sets our course for us.

3. That I don't go crazy as we make these plans very quickly.

4. For Rosebud, that she is ready for the large amounts of travel and intense differences in all things  familiar to her.

5. For M, that he is ready for the large amounts of travel and intense differences in all things familiar to him ;)

There is so much more to pray for, so feel free to get creative.  Honestly, there is so much, there is plenty i haven't thought of.

THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR PRAYER, THOUGHTS, AND SUPPORT!  It has been a long two years, and you guys have made it survivable!

SPOILER ALERT: The hard part is yet to come.  We will need even more support upon our return.  I wanted to post this because in my church and friend group there are many adoptive families. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ THIS BLOG: so you can know how to support the adoptive families in your circles:
http://sammyneric.blogspot.com/2013/07/hungry-for-truth-telling.html?m=1

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

A Summer of Rejoicing!

God's Love is AMAZING.  His provisions are abundant and I cannot help but have a joyful heart as I praise him today for the many gifts he has given to my friends and family!(Quick side note.  This is how I write. Not how I talk. Real world Tara would be like "Man! God rocks.  This is crazy awesome.  I can't believe this".  Just thought those of you who don't know me should know I do not write the way I speak)

Below is a prayer request from one of my January 2013 posts.  I wanted to update everyone on God's amazing answer to these prayers!!!! These families were in their adoption journey, and we joined with them in prayer for patience and endurance while they waited for their children.  Since May, this is how prayers have been answered:

1.  M & L in Missouri- BABY GIRL!
2. J  & J in Oklahoma- LITTLE GIRL AND BABY BOY!
3. K & S in Oklahoma- BABY GIRL!
4. The other Lesotho program adopting families: US, Canada, and the Netherlands.  - OUR FAMILY AND THE OTHER US FAM WE PRAY FOR HAVE BOTH HAD MATCHES!!! THE OTHER FAMILY HAS ALREADY PICKED UP THEIR LITTLE GIRL!

I know many families who fall under #4 continue to wait.  Please continue to lift them up.

As for us,  our documents have made it through court!  We are M's Parents :)  We are so thrilled.  I tear up every time I think about it.  We can't wait to go wrap our arms around him!!! All that is left is getting his birth certificate and passport.  Once our social worker has secured those, we will be headed to Lesotho. We are hoping to travel at the end of this month!

Hoping to see Maseru in real life soon :)




Prayer requests:

1. That the paperwork make its way swiftly back to our social worker.
2. That the Lord travels before us, making our journey blessed and without major incident.
3. For me.  I'm naturally an anxious gal.  I'm going to need some peace.  For Rosebud, she is naturally a momma's girl. She is going to need some understanding.  For Michael. He has to take care of me. He is going to need wisdom ;) And for my sister Caitlin.  She is going as Rosebud's nanny.  She is going to need a good mix of everything the Holy Spirit can gift her with :)
4. FOR M!  For the BIG CHANGE coming up in his life.  For his heart to be open to his new family.  For the time he will have with me in the early months of his time here to attach, bond, and settle into a whole new continent, family, routine, etc.

Thank you for joining me in this joy and praise!  and for lifting our fam and son up in prayer!



Monday, June 17, 2013

Breaking News...



I am going to attempt to keep this brief :) I just want to say, this step reads like a minor one, but I can assure you, it felt like it would never get here!  And here it finally is!!!  Our attorney in Lesotho has mailed us our official petition.  The legal documents have been signed and notarized and sent back to Africa.

Here is what is to follow...

1. A court date is set and occurs in which we are issued a new birth certificate for M.
2. We go get him!

There are more boring details, but that is the just of it. I can't tell you how much your prayers have meant to me, and how much they will continue to mean to our family as we wait for these last two steps... court and travel.  Please pray with us for no more snags, and smooth processes from here on out!!!  There are about a TON of things running through my mind that I need to do before we get to step 2.  I can't tell you how excited we are to finally be here.

Feeling so blessed and excited!

Tara G

Oh and because it was Father's Day, here is an adorable pic if my sweet husband and Rosebud.