There is another side to my story; one that forms from the very beginning of my existence to acceptance into this world. To truly understand adoption and the blessing it brings, you must also hear the other side of the story. I can never express the gratitude I have for my parents who prayed for me, accepted me, raised me and loved me in a way that never left me feeling alone. This part of the story is the second thread, knit together with the first, to create a beautiful tapestry of faith, through the love of two families. Here is Sarah’s Prayer.
Sarah sat in the new rocking chair looking out the picture window. She stared past her front yard, past the neighbor’s house across the street, and down the block, peering around the corner. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular. She was simply waiting. Waiting was something she had gotten very good at over the past five years. She learned to wait for disappointing test results. She learned to wait for discouraging doctor recommendations. Yet, through it all she learned to wait on God, for she knew there had to be a bigger plan.
Now, Sarah sits waiting again. She prays that this time the news might be worth the wait, the frustration, the heart break. It was only six months ago that she and Abe had been interviewed by the social worker. Sitting at the window on this crisp spring day, Sarah felt like it had been years. They filled out all the paperwork. Sarah meticulously inspected every document herself to be sure they left nothing out. She remembers how elated they both felt when their home inspection was approved and how they bought this rocking chair to celebrate, hoping one day soon to cradle a child in this same chair.
Sarah rocks back and forth. Abe paces. Their minds both replay the two previous phone calls. They held each other, sobbing, the day the first call came. The social worker told them a baby would soon be available for them to adopt – a little boy, blond hair, one month old, a good eater already according to his foster mother. Sarah and Abe were overjoyed anticipating the baby boy’s arrival in their home. Two weeks later a second call came. The birth parents changed their mind and refused to relinquish their rights to the baby boy. Sarah wept. She wept as though she had just lost her own child. Abe was stunned to silence. In time, both turned to God, placed the baby boy in His hands and prayed for the gift of a child.
Today, they wait together for the phone to ring, and when it finally does, they are both afraid to answer.