One year ago today, I got up early. Made sure the crib was ready. Made sure the car seat was ready. Ate my breakfast. Read my Facebook page. And waited.
Finally the phone rang. “Could you meet at the Child and Family Office? We have a newborn for you.” With excitement and anticipation, Justina and I drove into Winnipeg to pick up our new roommate.
Rewind to a few months before.
God placed it in my heart to open my home to another child needing a home. Some of my friends said, “Don’t do it. You will ruin your family” Others said,” Fifty-five is too old to care for a newborn.” A church member said,” Why would you give up your freedom for someone else’s child?”
But God said, “ I have a plan. Will you trust me?”
I said, “Yes.” Because seventeen years before I had said yes to God and I had the privilege of raising a child to adulthood. And I saw the amazing hand of God move in our lives in ways I never could have imagined.
That “yes” lead me to the CFS office waiting for a baby girl to come from the hospital. Mom and dad were drug users so I was nervous that I had taken on more than I could handle. The longer the social worker left me sitting there, the more I second guessed my decision. Surely I had misunderstood God’s voice in my life. I must have had a weak moment when I said yes.
When I looked at the infant in the baby carrier, I was flooded with love. And then I knew. -I knew that God loved me.
Another woman’s child.
As I studied each little feature of my little girl,I felt how God feels about me. God loves me enough to give His Son. Enough to use me as part of His plan.
I didn’t know what His plan was, but I knew without a doubt I was a part of His plan. I couldn’t wait to get to know that little girl who was entrusted to my care. She stole my heart.
Part of fostering this beautiful baby was taking her for visits with her parents three times a week. After a month of visiting with them every second day, we developed a trusting relationship. This was a new journey, but it felt so natural – so right.
I grew to care about them more than I wanted to. So when the social worker decided to move our now one month old to a new home, I was confused, scared and very sad. I was afraid that God’s plan would not be realized.
One day while I sat in church questioning my part in God’s plan. I was given a vision of the baby’s parents sitting with me in church.
I stayed in contact with the baby’s parents and invited them to attend with me. They began to come to church with us and when my budget allowed I would take them out for lunch. I helped and cheered as mom set up her own apartment. I celebrated with her each time she gained one more month of sobriety. I watched God move in her life and set her free from her past mistakes.
I listened to the parents stories and shared my heart with them. Now a year later, mom has custody of her baby and dad is still active in their lives. Today,we were part of gathering of all the people who have helped guide this family to emotional health as we celebrated baby’s first birthday.
God’s love is amazing. He loves to give good gifts. He loves to lavish His love on His adopted children. His heart is for you. His heart is for me.
As I journey on the path of life, I am learning about God’s unrelenting love. Saying yes to God is always the best yes.