I Never Wanted to Adopt, But…

IMG_8706“I’m so glad I have a mommy and a daddy,” my oldest said from the back of the car.

“Me too, Baby.”

“I’m so glad that I have a place to live and food to eat.”

“Yep,” I mumbled, trying to make a mental note to not forget the dishwasher detergent at the grocery store.

“I’m so glad I don’t have to live in one of those places with all the cribs and the wood and no mommy and daddy.”

Wait. What?

I don’t know whether she’d seen me looking at pictures my cousin posted from an orphanage overseas where they adopted or if she heard me talking about it on the phone, but clearly she remembered.

And God used her words to move my heart toward adoption.

Adoption is something we’ve talked about in our family for years. But, our talks were mostly my husband saying, “I want to do this so bad,” and me stretching my arms out saying, “NOOOOOOO! THAT’S NOT FOR MEEEEEEEEE.”

Of course I’ve always thought adoption is a beautiful thing.

Paul Wessel, former SWAT guy, current doting grandfather, and all around wonderful man, adopted me back when I was a bratty little five-year-old who really needed a good daddy. You’d think that being adopted by Superman, and later by God Himself (Galatians 4:5-7, Romans 9:8, John 1:12, 1 John 3:1, Romans 8:14-19, Psalm 27:10, Galatians 3:26, John 1:13, Ephesians 1:1-23) would compel me to at least be open to adopting an orphan into my family. But, see, I am very talented at shielding myself from uncomfortable things.

So, Brandon has wanted to adopt for a long time, and I’ve been resistant. In the past five years, I’ve had a baby rupture an internal organ nearly killing me. I also had another scary pregnancy that doctors thought might be a cancerous tumor (it wasn’t). Then, I had the world’s worst pregnancy with my Brooklyn. It was way worse than your pregnancy was. Cross my heart. 🙂 So, until this past spring, I felt like I was still in childbearing recovery mode.

In fact, I got so tired of Brandon talking about adoption that last September I said, “Please don’t bring this up for one year.”

Brandon’s great, so he really didn’t. He just put a note on his checklist for September 2016 to try to bring it up again.

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But, God loves Brandon and God loves orphans and God is powerful enough to soften hard hearts.

Leading up to this conversation in the car with Ever, I was beginning to get creeped out about how many adoptive mothers were being put in my path like chess pieces in yoga pants. It was unnerving. Every woman I met, talked to, or brushed past going to and from the grocery store and ballet classes and soccer and church, had either adopted, was in the process of adoption, or was thinking (and talking) about adoption.

Then, this car conversation happened.

I responded the way I normally do.

“You know, Ever, it’s a really beautiful thing when a family has what they need to be able to adopt and give a child a family. It’s just like the Gospel. God adopted us into His family, making us His sons and daughters so that we can live in His house and be with Him forever…”

I imagine God looked down at my silver Sentra rolling over the speed bumps and smiled as He snapped his fingers and exploded my heart. That’s the only way I can describe it. He snapped His fingers and my heart exploded. I couldn’t stop crying.

God moved mountains to pluck me out of hopelessness and make me His daughter. God adjusted His life in awesome ways to adopt me and give me “joy unspeakable and full of glory (1 Peter 1:8).” In that moment, God moved in my heart to want to give an orphan a home and a family and a chance to hear the hope of Jesus.

I called Brandon as I drove our girls in the car and I told him everything. He cried. I cried.

We started the long adoption process the next day.

That was several months, several challenges, and several more tears ago, but we finished the first major phase in the process this week. I’m sure I’ll share more in the future, but now we start waiting for China to give us their approval to adopt a little girl from their country, and we keep praying God will send us the girl He wants us to love.

We are filled with hope.

The day we decided to pursue this, we were standing in the kitchen and Brandon said, “What would we name her?”

Before I even had the chance to give it a thought, he said, “How about Joy?”

Yep. Joy it is.

(Since posting this, we have gotten our match – a sweet, deaf 3-year-old girl we are naming Sawyer Joy!)


9 thoughts on “I Never Wanted to Adopt, But…

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  2. Dear Scarlet, I was serving on staff at Christ Fellowship when my wife, Cara and I decided to pursue an adoption from China. We had our interviews done, filled out all the paperwork, redid the room where our “little girl” would call her own. (I mean, we knew little boys don’t get adopted out of China.) and some 18 months later we were holding in our arms one of, if not, the first little boy to be allowed out for adoption by the Chinese government! That was a little over 19 years ago and God has been gracious. If you’d ever like to talk about it please feel free to give my wife a call. I know that she would love to share our full story with you and encourage you along the way. You can find us by looking up e church below…

    God Bless you for responding to God’s prompting and opening your heart to another soul you haven’t even met yet.

    James Srodulski
    Real Life Fellowship
    Chester, VA



    1. James Srodulski

      Scarlett, our adoption was done back in 1997. We travelled to China with 7 other families and are coming up in a 20 year reunion next year. I served at CF from 1984-2004.

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