Before you read this make sure youâ€™ve read Part One so you get the whole story.
I arrived late on a Saturday afternoon, nervous but ready for the days ahead. Sunday morning went well and after lunch I invited some friends to the evening service. They came and brought a couple with a little baby. When I was introduced to their friends, I commented that their baby was cute. They thanked me and said they had just adopted him a couple months earlier. The next evening a gentleman purchased my CD and asked if Iâ€™d sign it. Thereâ€™s a first time for everything. He gave me two names to address the CD to. Iâ€™m not sure why. but I asked him if the names he gave me were his children. With a huge smile he said, â€œyes, they are my adopted children.â€
After a round of golf the next morning, my friends called and invited me to lunch. Their worship leader joined us and ten minutes into our conversation he asked if my wife and I had children. I told him no and he commented that he and his wife didnâ€™t either. Finally, I had met someone who was like us. Then he said, â€œbut we are adopting in a couple months.â€ What?? Unbelievable! I thought everyone in this town must be adopted. I remember most everything about that moment. The tree we parked under. The cracks in the pavement. The slightly overcast day. I donâ€™t remember much about the food or any of the rest of our conversation. My mind was racing.
The next morning Pastor Joe picked me up for lunch. On the way, he told me about a woman who had requested prayer the night before for a young lady she was working with planning to give her child up for adoption. She was praying the child would be placed in a christian home. Pastor Joe said, â€œI know we havenâ€™t talked about you and your wifeâ€™s infertility since last year but is this something you may have interest in?â€ I was glad I was sitting down. I couldnâ€™t believe what I was hearing. I couldnâ€™t speak for a second. I remember him saying, â€œare you okay?â€Â Finally, I told him what had been happening ever since I had arrived. He said, â€œRegi, did you ever stop to think that maybe God is up to something?â€ Thatâ€™s one lunch I donâ€™t remember and I like Chinese food. I called Pastor Joeâ€™s assistant as soon as I returned to my hotel room. Within a few moments I was on the phone with the social worker. After a 20 minute discussion she asked if Iâ€™d like to meet the birth parents. Whew. Iâ€™d never done this before. â€œYesâ€, I blurted out. I was leaving early the next morning so she didnâ€™t know if it would be possible. But she called back to say we could meet that evening after the service. I couldnâ€™t tell you anything about that final worship service except that immediately after the final prayer we were walking out the door. My heart started beating faster. I felt like I needed to let down a window. And then we were in the parking lot. Waiting.
The story continues soon with Part 3â€¦