As November wrapped up and I was putting away our Thanksgiving decor, I thought about what an eventful month we had. To be able to adopt a child in the month that is designated as National Adoption Month was a wonderful thing. Recently, I was asked how I felt about adoption. I’m not even sure I will ever find the words that truly describe how I feel about it. My answer went something like this, “Adoption offered me the opportunity to parent my children, and in parenting, I am able to see glimpses of God’s grace and mercy.”
Maybe that is not the answer expected, or even understood, but it is one that I find myself returning to. Of course, adoption means so many different things to me. It has layers upon layers of meaning, but yet, I still come back to these two things:
GRACE and MERCY
Grace. Parenting is grace in action. It is a recipe made up of mistakes, successes, frustrations, celebrations, and growth for everyone involved. Recently, I said to my daughter, “I’ve told you so many times not to do that. Why are you still doing it?” In the same breath after I said it, I felt a little jolt of the realization that I too have been told to not do things, and yet, I still do them. Over and over. Time after time. Each day though, I wake up anew with the same thought that not only does my Heavenly Father love me, He also saturates my life with grace.
Mercy. Adoption is mercy. It is the collision of love, compassion, and the heart-felt yearning to devote one’s life to another. It is the recognition that merciful love poured into all of our lives. Merciful Love intervened. It moved us to new places, and settled us into our places of belonging. Through adoption, we are able to get a sweet taste of love that speaks, “Yes. Yes, you.”
Our little boy with whom we adopted recently is thriving, happy, and very much-loved by all of us. Since our son and daughter are also adopted, it was an awesome opportunity to teach them more about the process, and reasons behind it. Throughout this experience, our children have learned that adoption, in many ways, involves sacrifice. Our son and daughter both had to move to different rooms to accommodate for the baby. They both learned that mommy and daddy needed a little more time with the baby to meet his needs; which in turn, meant less time with them.
In essence, they learned of grace and mercy.
I’m so thankful for this past year of our lives. It has been a difficult one, but also one with enriching moments that included many valuable lessons. Adoption has proven again that the Lord is truly faithful, especially during the times when I felt complete exhaustion and worry.
When asked my thoughts about adoption, I may continue to stumble over my words. Honestly, there are so many ways to describe it.
It is grace. It is mercy. It is love. It is growth. It is the notion that we are chosen. It is sacrifice. It is hard, and easy at the same time. It is love. It is incredible. It is humbling. It is redemptive. It is compassion.
It is worth it all.