Finally my husband lets me have a say! This is part 4 of part of the story of how our precious daughter, Sophia, came into our lives. You really should read parts 1-3 first. You can find them here under the Category “Life” or by searching for its tag with Adoption, Regi, Sophia or You Can’t Have Children. While you’re here, feel free to check out my husband’s blog at www.RegiStone.com. I think you’ll like what he shares.Â
The phone call from Regi came out of nowhere. I was in the bathroom putting make-up on to go to my job selling make-up. Life was miserable. And I sure didnâ€™t want to hear my cheery husband calling from an exotic location where heâ€™d probably ordered room service the night before while I ate a bologna sandwich. (Okay, so Kansas isnâ€™t exactly exotic, but at the time, anywhere was better than the hole I was in.)
To top things off, he called with a story about a baby. The last thing this woman dealing with infertility wanted to hear was about some rosy-cheeked baby he held between services so I tuned him out. I donâ€™t know at what point I started listening, but I remember sitting down as my freshly applied mascara turned into big black tears. As if God were whispering in my ear, I suddenly knew this baby girl would be ours.
Two years earlier, my doctor confirmed my suspicions of infertility. So after many tests, my last option was outpatient surgery. All I remember as I lay in the recovery room is Regi telling me that it would be nearly impossible for me to have a baby. Instantly everything became clear. God had kept a record of my sins. Every scripture Iâ€™d ever highlighted in bright yellow had been a big lie. Too angry to cry all my tears, I determined that when the Big Guy and I got alone, weâ€™d have it out once and for all.
You know that feeling you get when your electricity goes out on a night when the moon is hidden by clouds? Thatâ€™s what the next two years were for me. Anger. Tears. Guilt. More tears. Ugly, ugly night. Eventually I would learn that the darkness has to come in order to give way to the light.Â It was during this time that I found my way to a 13-week Bible study and embarked on a journey of learning about God in a whole new way. A funny thing happened when I got honest with myself and Godâ€”my heart began to heal. Finally, two years later, I began letting go of things that I had no right to carry.
And the lights came back on.
I stood firm in my faith and acceptance of Godâ€™s love for me just the way I was. I found scripture I never knew existed. And I wrote through the pain. Before long, it was the beginning of a new year and I believed in my heart that I would become a mom this year, that my body would be healed this year. The days came and went, with nothing. Again I questionedâ€¦Are you there, God? Itâ€™s me, Kim.â€ I even tried to take back all the anger and guilt I had given Him, but He couldnâ€™t remember where He put it! Helpless, I looked up and said, â€œWhat are you gonna do? Drop a baby out of Heaven into my arms?â€
I guess you could say thatâ€™s what He had in mind.
Upon returning from Kansas, the man who had never even discussed adoption with me could hardly be contained. We wrote some letters, scrounged up the best pictures of family we could find, and took pictures of an empty room that we hoped would be filled, before sealing our dreams in a FedEx envelope. We waited for one very long week until the phone rang at 11:00 p.m. on April 15th. Thankfully, it wasnâ€™t the IRS.
It was JoAnn, an angel from heaven in the form of a social worker. She told Regi, â€œBefore you go to sleep tonight think pink. Youâ€™re going to be a father.â€ She said something to me next but all I remember is hearing the word â€œMommyâ€ and then crying. This time, the tears didnâ€™t hurt.
We headed to Kansas on July 4th and by the next day we were at the hospital awaiting our precious daughter to be born. It seems crazy that we shared so much laughter and excitement with the birth parents and their siblings, parents, friends, and my sister who flew in from Florida. But it was like a puzzle taking shape before our eyes. No fear. No doubts. No anxiety. Just peace as the pieces began to take shape.
When my baby girl was placed into my arms for the first time, it was like the hand of God was handing her to me. She looked at me and all I heard God say was, â€œSee how much I love you? You had to wait because your gift wasnâ€™t ready. Iâ€™ve never left you. Iâ€™ve never turned a deaf ear to you. And I havenâ€™t punished you like you thought you deserved. Donâ€™t ever forget how much I love you.â€
I assure you that the road to Kansas and finding my way to being a mom was a difficult one. I felt so forgotten, so unloved, and so disgusted with myself that I didnâ€™t think there was any hope for my dreams to come true.Â I know now that the path God carves for us in the mud sometimes takes a completely different route than we imagined. You canâ€™t be afraid to trust where He leads just because you might get a little dirty. Do you need to hear from Him? Then search for Him with your whole heart. I remember praying that someone would come my way who could help me through my depression, who I could talk to when the pain got unbearable, who would simply understand me. Know what I heard God say? â€œIâ€™m not sending anyone to help. This is about you and Me.â€ And it was in His true faithfulness that God met me, at my lowest pit and changed my life for good. Oh, Iâ€™m grateful for the children that call me Mom. Iâ€™m grateful for my husband who obediently went to Kansas because he thought he was there to sing a few songs. Iâ€™m eternally grateful for the brave girls who chose life and gave us the privilege of becoming parents.
But more than that, I am forever grateful to a merciful Father who loves me. Who works all things together for my good. Who never leaves me or forsakes me, and who doesnâ€™t deal with me according to my sin or repay me according to my iniquities.
He has written a story weâ€™ll never get tired of telling.