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Pendant by Lisa Leonard Designs |
(At the beginning of this year God made it very clear that I was to share the part of my story that I had kept secret from this online space. I wasn't sure how that would come about but I was surprised that one way was through my husband, Jason. I'm so glad. Today he shares more beautifully and bravely than I ever could.)
Every year as we move
near Mother’s Day I anticipate sadness, pain and heartache. I see
the woman I love reminded yet again that her desire to be a mother is
an as-yet-to-be fulfilled reality that is instead filled with raised
hopes and dashed dreams. That she feels like an outsider in the
Church where being a mother is held in such high esteem and yet she
is unable to check that box to fit in with everyone else. And where
all the well-intentioned words fall flat on a heart that is
overflowing with grief and despair.
And yet, as this
Mother’s Day has now come and gone, I see a woman who has given her
grief over to her Savior and exchanged it for a hopeful mourning that
does not exchange the real feelings of sadness for a fake show of
happiness but instead places her trust and dreams in the hands of a
God who loves her more deeply than we can even know. I rejoice as
the healing love of Christ rests on my wife and sanctifies her life
even more through the trials and tribulations of this life.
But
even as I see her being transformed through this all I feel my own
pain growing through the most unexpected events. You see, in our
five plus years of marriage we have struggled through infertility,
two miscarriages and a failed adoption of two little boys that
already had my heart, but it is the bright spot in all of this that
has caused my desire to be a daddy to sting all the more.
Two
years ago, we hosted an eleven year old international orphan for
three weeks over the Christmas season in the hopes of finding him a
forever home. Those three weeks were an amazing time of seeing a
little boy blossom from a shy kid who seemed more at home in his
quiet shell into a kid who won the hearts of everyone he came into
contact with. Those weeks were filled with laughter, memories and
prayers that this beautiful kid would find a family who would love
him as we had grown to love him.
When
he left, our hearts were saddened because he was gone and we weren’t
sure if we would ever see him again. But through God’s amazing plan
he has a family who is in the process of adopting him into their
family to reflect the beauty of God’s own adoption of us as His
children. And in an even more amazing turn of events, my wife was
able to meet and spend time with the family who is adopting him.
After
that visit, the mother sent us an email recounting another beautiful
part of this story. As a part of his adoption, the boy went through
a series of interviews with his government to make sure he was ready
to be adopted. At one of those conversations he mentioned that it
was during his three weeks with us where he learned how to love and
be loved. My heart leapt for joy when I read those words and I know
that feeling will never leave me as long as my heart beats.
But
the odd tension I experience is that now that I have seen what the
unconditional love of a father figure can do in the life of a child
it makes me ache for that even more with my own children. I feel as
though God has affirmed the desire in my heart to be a father while
still reminding me that His timing is perfect and I must find peace
in the not yet.
If
I am honest, I hate that answer, and I hate the feelings I get when I
find myself not trusting the very God who gave His own son so that I
might call him Daddy. So, I cling to the “yes” that comes when I
ask God if He loves me. And I cling to the hope of what may come in
the future, always trusting that the sovereign God of the universe
does everything for my good and His glory even if that means
heartache, pain and unmet desires in the present.
Dedicated to Benjamin &
June (our babies in Heaven), William & Hunter (the boys we loved
but were not able to bring home) and JC (the orphan who came into our
home and forever changed our lives).