Once upon a time…
Don’t all great stories start out that way? All of the fairytales with happy endings, at least? Our little story started once upon a time, too. Back in 2007 when I met a boy who caught my attention while rocking his green surgical scrubs with the hole in the front pocket. After our whirlwind romance, we were married, moved and expecting our first baby. We moved to Alaska, tried for a year before finding ourselves pregnant with baby boy number two and then, 18 months later found ourselves settled in North Carolina where we are hoping to call this little place our “forever home.”
And now that we’ve made that choice, we’ve decided it’s time to make our home someone else’s forever home…through adoption.
I knew a long, long time ago (way back when I was in Junior High and read Harry Potter for the first time) that I wanted to adopt a child. In my preteen years it was simply because I thought that I could easily be a better mother to a kid like Harry than the Dursley’s were. As I got older, into my late teens and started meeting people of all different cultures and backgrounds, I would hear stories from fellow college classmates about their adoptions and their curious wonderings of what like might have been like had someone not adopted them. When Josh and I met in 2007, one of the first things that we discussed was someday having children. I told him early on that I had hopes of a) having a big family-I’ve always wanted four kids; and b) adopting at least one child, possibly two.
Here we are in 2015 (almost 16…holy smokes where did this year go?!) and my heart hasn’t changed. While I’ve said many, many times that I have no desire to carry another biological child, the heart for more children hasn’t gone away. Even on the really hard days with two boys at home and running errands and just, life, I climb into bed at night
absolutely spent and worn out and think to myself that there is nothing that I would undo. Nothing I would trade. Nothing at all that I would trade my time with our boys for.
When I first felt the tug to adopt at the beginning of the year…like really felt it deep down in my gut, Josh and I were in a rough spot. I laughed in God’s face and I think I even looked up toward the sky and said, “Seriously? You bring this to me now?” God has a funny way of timing things, doesn’t he? I was spiritually getting back on my feet after a rough patch personally and my prayer was simply, “If you want us to adopt, then you’ve got to fix us first. Because I’m not bringing another child into this family until all the things are fixed.”
As things improved, I mentioned it to Josh (the idea of adopting) and it was usually just that…a casual mention and then we went about our day. I continued to pray that God would show us when it was time. I knew my heart was 100% in it, but I needed to know that Josh’s was too and I was leaving that up to God to decide. A few weeks ago, a news article from 2014 kept popping up in my Facebook feed. I ignored it, refused to read it, passed it by. It was from 2014 so why did it matter anyway? Last week, I finally read it. And then I cried for three hours. My heart was shattered over that poor little boy and the only thing I kept thinking was, what if someone else had come alongside him and gave him a home ? Who could he have become?
The next day, while having lunch at the mall with our boys, Noah asked if he would ever have another brother. We laughed about it, said we didn’t know and continued our meal. Again, God was nudging my heart, but having already turned that over to him, I sat quietly just waiting for Him to make his move. A few hours later, and three simple words from my husband…the decision was made.
Let’s Do it.
After a period of prayer and discussing it with our families, we’ve decided to bring another child into the Kirkland Clan…through means of Domestic Adoption. We’ve chosen the agency that we are wanting to work with and have read some wonderful testimonies by adoptive families and birthmothers alike who have worked with them.
Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world. *
With this decision also comes a lot of choices and decisions and financial obligations. We’ve estimated and calculated that adopting domestically, our adoption is going to cost around $40,000 for legal fees, agency fees, home studies, training, and travel. It’s a very big financial commitment and we can’t do it alone. Domestic adoption is a rapid process, especially as we have no gender or racial preference for our child (God has already hand picked a child for our family and we can’t wait to meet him or her!), so we need to raise the funds before we can bring our baby home.
Would you be willing to come alongside of us and help contribute? I’m currently working on a few other options and means for fundraising right now and will be posting about those later; but for starters, we have set up a GoFundMe page to help cover the expenses. We would love to have you on this journey with us as we watch God’s provision thrive as he helps us bring home our little one!