Part 21… Finding our calling

I would put Molly down for her nap and I’d curl up and read. I found myself inspired by a book that would change our lives. The author told the story of how she and her husband had adopted numerous children of different races, some with additional handicaps. I envisioned a household filled with the energy of a family caring and loving each other embracing the uniqueness of each person. I wanted to live a life like the author. I wanted to embrace the gift of Boyd’s survival and our return home to make a difference. 

Next was a conversation with Boyd. When I talked to Boyd about adding a child to our family through adoption, possibly an older child. He was surprised at my suggestion and didn’t immediately jump on the bandwagon but he said he would consider it. Then one day Boyd came home to tell me that he felt God was calling us and we should investigate a possible  adoption of a needy child. Our life purpose was revealed. A purpose that would lead us to a lifetime of satisfying and unique experiences.

The journey began.  We went to the first meeting at an adoption agency and listened to the presentation about children who needed homes and the satisfaction that the adoptive parents felt. The focus was mainly on black children. We went home convinced that this was for us. We were thinking of a preschool aged boy. 

After an odyssey of meetings, learning experiences, interviews and paperwork, we recieved the letter of approval for the adoption of a black child. I recall standing at the window thinking, “why was I so concerned, this is God’s Plan. In April we brought home a four week old baby boy, whom we named Rod.

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Part 20… Settling into life