I could hardly wait to blog today. Normally I don’t have time to blog but I am slowly learning (because I can be a slow learner) that you have to carve out time to share your story. So here I go in no particular order, […]
And You oh Lord, are everything in between! As I sat here tonight deciding where to begin with my updates, my mind began to wander to something I read in the intro to the book of Revelations not long ago. “Our times are not propitious for worship. The times never are. The world is hostile to worship. The Devil hates worship. As the Revelation makes clear, worship must be carried out under conditions decidedly uncongenial to it.” Decidedly uncongenial: free from hesitation or waiver, resolute, determined/ not agreeable, not suitable,not pleasing in nature. For those of you who have graciously followed my journey over the past several months, you have certainly witnessed that I have walked through some tough situations in my life. Conditions decidedly uncongenial to worship. Experiences that I never imagined I would face but as I move through them, would never ever change.
It wasn’t more than a few months back that I miscarried at eight weeks along. It wasn’t more than a few months back that I miscarried children of the heart. (I’m the beginning) The pain was more than any human being should bear. The unanswered questions and feelings of hopelessness. The very real feeling that a part of me was now missing. Every morning was a reminder of what happened the day before. At the time I didn’t know how I would ever move through that kind of despair. Every day I would make the choice to open up my mouth and to give thanks. Every day there was this force greater than I beckoning me onward.
In this very moment, I pause to give thanks yet again for where onward has brought me. It wasn’t long ago that my path crossed with the most incredible woman from the most incredible organization I have ever known, www.givinghopehaiti.com. The longer we talked and the more we shared our stories, we had the most surreal awareness that we were living parallel lives. (I’m everything in between)
One of the first times we spoke over the telephone she said to me, “Jennifer, God is going to bless you double for your obedience to His voice, and although you have experienced so much loss, you will have double for your trouble.” I wrote those words down and repeated them daily, several times a day for weeks on end. Knowing those words would manifest and become something real. Little did I know, just how real real would be!
I am beyond thrilled to announce publicly that we have been matched with twin 3 year old girls from Haiti, named Hope Elaine and Apple Renee as well as a newborn baby girl named, Haven Clara. All three of our daughters have experienced abandonment, rejection and loss at a very early age. They are in great need of a forever family. We had the honor of giving them all new names and we believe whole-heartedly their new names go with their new future! Hope Elaine is vibrant and outgoing, Apple Renee is quiet and introspective; their blend is nothing short of glorious. Haven Clara is just that, a bright and safe place. I cannot wait to share more details about their little journeys as time goes on but for today, I give thanks that God saw them and rescued them. I am most honored and humbled to be entrusted with their little hearts. Faith, Grace and my good lookin’ man are too!
Not only am I receiving a double blessing but also a triple blessing from the One who is faithful! The words that were spoken are coming to life and in ways I never imagined. (I’m the conclusion)
We would be most grateful if you would please consider giving to our adoption journey and or passing along our story to anyone you know who carries a heart for adoption. We have more than enough room in our hearts and our home for these 3 little chocolate yummies. However, the cost is $12,000 per child which when you think of all the paperwork, time and research that goes into each adoption, $12,000 seems like pennies. All donations are tax deductible. At this pace, we will soon have our own African Children’s choir to travel with Annagail.
If you prefer to mail a check or money order send to: Havilah Global in the memo write Adams Adoption, PO Box 113, Zeeland, MI 49464.
Apple Renee is on the left and Hope Elaine is on the right. I will be posting a picture of Haven Clara as soon as I get an updated one of her fully clothed. We saw her when she was just born 🙂
I could hardly wait to blog today. Normally I don’t have time to blog but I am slowly learning (because I can be a slow learner) that you have to carve out time to share your story. So here I go in no particular order, rather writing as it comes.
We had our home study today at 9am. It took about two hours and the sweetest woman in the world came to our home. As I was preparing last night I was so anxious for this home study. I wanted to make sure every detail was cared for completely and that I wouldn’t be the one holding this process up. After the babes went to bed, my handsome man doing some web design, i spent two hours going through Gracelynn’s suitcase full of paperwork from her adoption being completed just six months ago. Her adoption took us over 3 years and it was so intense. Just when I thought I had done everything right, we would receive a letter from her agency that something was missing or incorrect. We had to gather information and more information and make numerous copies of everything several times over. I seriously thought the paperwork process and questioning would never ever end but here I sit at the suitcase with the realization that it did end. It ended really well. It ended with my beautiful chocolate daughter in my arms and no one else’. It ended just as God promised it would. In the still of the night when I would worry, fret and fear that she would have to go back to Haiti. Back to the place that could not care for her, back to the place that abandoned her, back to the place that couldn’t feed her, back to the place where her father had no face. Those were the thoughts that haunted me those 3 years repeatedly. I would get on my face and weep and every single time, my Father, my most trustworthy Father, would remind me, “I hold her in the palm of my hands as I hold you.” “Nothing happens apart from my knowing, I will finish what I start.”
Sorting through the countless pieces of paper remembering every thought, pain, fear and emotion that we walked through, it all flooded back last night and once again I was faced with a choice. Would I stay on the path of TRUST, knowing that LOVE would see this through or would I cower in fear lacking the faith to believe that what He has started with our daughter S will be just as he had planned from the very beginning of her life in the womb. I gathered numerous copies of things that I believed would be needed to complete this home study and two hours later I had a stack four inches high. I put everything in order and placed them on the table for morning. As I turned around to go up the stairs to bed I found this piece of folded paper on the floor. I wanted to take a moment to share it with you as I read it. I believe you will find the power and encouragement that I found last night to climb those stairs in TRUST.
//Mom because I love you! A Poume of Incurigmint!//
Blue sky blue sky in. Gray sky gray sky out! Keep your chin up high and don’t whare a pout. Let good thoughts in let the ungoodones out. Keep on going down the path don’t turn yourself back.
Let your heart and soul and God lead the way. Don’t try to lead yourself. Let God lead you as you go down the path of life. Don’t try to be someone else be yourself. Follow your heart. Do what you disiarer (desire) to do. Don’t let anyone get you down. Keep a smile on your face. Take a breth on bad days. Don’t look at the past. Cuz its all over in the past. You’ve already been there. Don’t hold in the tears let them out. Even if thare happy or sad, mad or silly. Just let out some tears when needed. Go down the path, follow God no matter what happens. Just do it! I love you much. Faith Adams 03/06/12
These were words written by my amazing 8 year old daughter, Faith. She is one of the most sensitive little ladies I have ever had the honor of knowing. I had not spoken a word to her of what I would be doing after her and chocolate went to bed but she knew. We had a conversation just before bed that went like this. “Mom, I know you and dad have what it takes to bring us our sister.” “I also know she is hurting Mom but don’t worry, we have enough love no matter how bad her pain.” Those words are on repeat in my heart.
Thank you Creator for the gift of children, for all of them, big, tall, large, small, young, old, broken, new!
Welcome back my faithful reader (s). As promised, a deeper dip into seasons of my journey. I was told some time ago by a trusted mentor that i have this horrible habit of stuffing my feelings. Kind of like a green pepper stuffed with raw hamburger meat. The green pepper is my heart and the raw hamburger meat is the feeling I stuff. I don’t know if you have ever made stuffed green peppers before but it always amazes me how you can fit so much meat into that little pepper. Somehow it just keeps fitting. However, after you put it in the oven to bake oh so nicely, it begins to ooze and run all over the place. Once it’s cooked and processed, the taste is delightful. Now not to give a gross analogy but the heart is a little like this too. It can only handle so much stuffing of feelings until the heat is turned up and eventually it cannot handle anymore and it begins to run over into all areas of your life. This is exactly what began to happen to me. After undergoing so many tough experiences and pressures all in the same season, those feelings began to run over into other areas of my life. They were affecting me in ways I did not even see. I am certain I am not alone in this but at the time of need, I felt very much alone.
Ever since that season I haven’t experienced God the same way. Today I am grateful for that. While going through the first year after this season I was very frightened as it was something so foreign to me. God was in pursuit of me but in very different ways then what I had been used to. Little did I know that a lot of that had to do with me and my willingness to let go and surrender fully to the things I could not see and to stop believing lies. I was raised in a small community of which I am so blessed and grateful but with all upbringings there is always the negative with the positive. In my situation, my community was a very religious community. As long as you served God by living by the law, everything would be fine. However, if you even think of stepping outside of that, the sky will surely fall and hit you right in the head. I have nothing but love in my heart for my community. The people who live there today are beautiful people but out of love for them, I see how they strive and micro manage their lives away. I see this because I was once this way. The Lord loved me enough to allow me step outside of the community long enough to see deeper inside of myself. The stepping away had nothing to do with the community but everything to do with me and God’s pursuit of me! He was in pursuit of the deeper places of my heart. The rooms that had been closed off because of pain and i had not been given the software to process the pain. So my survival mode was to install an application called Stuff Deep and when that application became obsolete and stopped working well, I installed the latest upgrade called Stuff Deeper 2.0 and so on so forth.
So I’ve been journeying about a year now since learning that I was a habitual Stuffer. I’ve had some pretty good days and some fairly rotten days. However, in the good days, fairly rotten days and all of the days in between, I am reminded that I am being pursued. The Silent Retreat was a good reminder of His pursuit of me. He pursues me when I am silent and doing absolutely nothing. He pursues me because He cares deeply about the darkest places of my heart. The scariest places of my heart that I am slowly inviting you into.
I am learning from this season and hope to never forget, The incredible gift cannot be lost. The incredible gift is not mine to obtain. Let me share with you the words I have been hearing my Father speak to me in the darkest places of my soul. Please read to the end, I think you will be glad you did. I have learned that there is absolutely nothing I can do to get the Holy Spirit. There is nothing I can do to attain the divine indwelling. (Romans 8:10, Galatians 3:1-5). I cannot try to believe in the Holy Spirit as one doctrine among others, instead I must practice drinking from this deep well within me and then and only then can I believe. I have learned there is nothing I can do to lose the Holy Spirit (anointing). The most I can do is to grieve and be deeply saddened by the existing Presence that is stuffed deep within me. All of this leaves me ignorant of the gift that has already been given and thus I cannot enjoy the wonderful fruits it provides. I know I am not alone here, I am a sinner. So God forbid there ever be a time you are tempted to tell me or someone else that they have lost the anointing, it might serve you, them and i better to be called a sinner. Please do not hate me or look down on me for being a sinner, rather feel sorry for me and what I might be missing out on. The wonderful, precious gift that has been there the whole time!
Now I cannot look back and condemn myself for believing the lie that I had lost the anointing because I was not fully aware of the gift that cannot be lost. I see more clearly today, how necessary this painful process has been in my life. I would not change it for anything but out of it I have a deep passion and hope for us to be more kind hearted to those who do not yet understand. Please do not condemn, judge a matter prematurely or shut a person out because they appear as though they lost something. Instead, please, help them find it. Point them in the right direction. Reassure them of loves pursuit of them and then, don’t try to fix them, let the gift that has already been given heal them one layer at a time.