About Lindsay N. Tallman

Lindsay is a freelance writer who writes about family and faith. Her work has been featured in Thriving Family, Hello, Dearest and Family Fun magazines. When she’s not busy writing or tripping over toys, you can find her reading, traveling, or crying in the bathroom. Because raising 4 kids is hard and the struggle is real.

Delight, Trust, Wait

Fall 2011 151“Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart” (Psalm 37:4).

My heart jumped when I read that verse several years ago as my husband and I were trying to decide if it was God’s will for us to add another child to our family of 4. Already blessed with 2 daughters, I believed that we were meant to have a son, but our life circumstances kept us wondering if having more than 2 kids would be pushing the limits. For 4 years, I had been praying regularly for God to give us clear direction, but lately I’d become so focused on getting an answer, I let worry and discontent creep into my life. I’d forgotten to rest in his presence and delight in his company every day. I’m ashamed to admit that I was focusing more on my prayers than on the one I was praying to.

I knew what the desire of my heart was, but I needed to trust that if I stayed in close relationship with the Lord, my desires would also be in alignment with his will. I think sometimes we want to cherry pick the decisions we consult God on. We might go to him first in the middle of a health crisis or tragedy, but we like to do other things on our own. Psalm 37:5 says, “Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him…” Often, it seems a lot easier to just do what we feel like doing than to commit everything we have and do to his control and wait for his timing. I can’t tell you how many times during those 4 years I wanted to just decide something one way or the other so that the decision would finally be made. Sadly, not giving God control of our decision distracted me from the incredible blessings I was already surrounded with.

Maybe you are in a season of waiting too. Perhaps you’re waiting for a dream job, a dream spouse, a dream baby or a ministry to come to fruition and the wait has become longer than you ever imagined. “Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for him;..” (Psalm 37:7). Take heart and remember that he is with you. You have not been forgotten! Rest in his joy and delight yourself in the knowledge of his love for you while you are waiting. He knows the desires of your heart and when we align ourselves with his will, we can trust that he has our best interests in mind.

Right about the time I began delighting in the Lord’s presence again and realized that my happiness wasn’t dependent on whether or not this desire ever came to fruition, I arrived at my mailbox one day to find a letter with my name on it congratulating me on my pregnancy from one of the large baby product companies. Not only was I not expecting, I hadn’t signed up for anything or done anything that would warrant such mail. My husband and I laughed it off as an ironic coincidence. But week after week, other companies sent random baby items to my mailbox. One day I’d discover baby shampoo samples, another day it’d be a box of formula. By the time two tiny newborn diapers arrived, it was pretty obvious that it was more than just a coincidence. Doesn’t God have an awesome sense of humor? I can’t tell you how much I delighted in finding those special treats in my mailbox each week. Through prayer, advice from Christian friends, daily reading of scripture and dreams, God made his will for our family clear in his time.

On a beautiful morning in July of 2008, I found out I was expecting our third child. After I shouted praises quietly (my girls were still sleeping), I stood there wondering what to do. At that moment, only God and I knew about the little one to come. I opened my Bible and my eyes fell on these words, “I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of him” (1 Samuel 1:27). My son, Coleton Samuel, was born 5 years ago. He brings such joy and delight to my life! All those years of waiting make his presence with us now that much sweeter.

God gives the most incredible gifts. But the most amazing gift he gives to us is his presence! I don’t know what your heart’s desire is, but he does. And I know that whether the ending is sweet or bittersweet, he will always walk with us. It just doesn’t get any sweeter than that. Whenever I’m tempted to try and rush this thing called life or make a decision on my own because I’m impatient, one glance down at my little boy reminds me of these three steps; delight in the Lord and embrace joy today, trust him to take care of your tomorrows, and wait patiently for his timing.

*This article was originally published in the Winter 2011 issue of Between the Lines magazine. You can read the full issue here.

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Parenting 101: Think Outside of the Box

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This photo of my son, who kept his pacifier much longer than any book or speech therapist would advise, was taken by my friend Julie.

When my oldest daughters were little we took a trip to visit a dear friend. The visit was wonderful except for one problem. My friend’s infant son and my oldest daughter had to sit next to each other in the car and while my daughter had a very large personal bubble, my friend’s son was obsessed with constantly laying his hand on her. This small infraction resulted in her screaming her head off everywhere we went. We tried to think of any possible way to resolve the issue, but came up blank. We couldn’t switch the car seats around for safety reasons, and we could not convince an 8-month-old to stop touching my distressed daughter. We were at a loss until my friend’s mother suggested we tear apart a cardboard box and put a piece of the cardboard in between the kids. It was so simple, but would it work?

Before our next outing, we placed the cardboard between the seats, loaded the kids up, and prayed for a scream-free ride. I watched as his little infant hand made its way over and stopped right at the cardboard as my daughter was oblivious of his intentions from the other side. I’ve never seen anything look so ridiculous and marvelous at the same time. I’m pretty sure the “Hallelujah Chorus” may have broken out spontaneously in the light of that Texas morning as we enjoyed a quiet ride and a pleasant conversation.

The very first words of Genesis tell us that God is creative. And just as he created the wonders of the heavens and earth, he also chose to create us in his imagine. “When God began creating the heavens and the earth, the earth was a shapeless, chaotic mass, with the Spirit of God brooding over the dark vapors” (Gen. 1:2). I love how the Bible refers to the earth as a shapeless, chaotic mass. I don’t know about you, but sometimes my life as a mother feels like a shapeless, chaotic mess! But his word tells us that we are not here by accident. Likewise, he has given us our specific children to parent for a purpose.

As a writer my job is creative by nature. But I’ve never used my creativity more than in my role as a parent. There isn’t a single day when I’m not looking for creative solutions to inspire, educate, discipline, and manage life with my children. And kids are the ultimate game changers. Just when you get one stage figured out, they are on to the next stage. Proverbs 22:6 tells us we should, “Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it.” This verse was so helpful to me as a young mother surrounded by the advice of well-meaning books and friends. It helped me to understand that there is no one-size-fits-all style of parenting. Every child is unique and should be raised according to his or her individual needs and leanings.

So what does that mean to me on a practical level? It means that I’ve got to think outside of the box when it comes to raising my four unique children. Here are some personal guidelines that help me parent my kids creatively:

  1. Do what works. I take advice, but then use my discernment in all things. If I find something that produces good fruit in my children then I do it even if it seems unconventional or ridiculous. I walked our first daughter in a front pack every day for 6 months because it’s the only way she would sleep. She stayed happy and I stayed fit and, no, I don’t carry her anymore.
  2. Roll with it. Our second daughter insisted on wearing a Tigger costume every day for 6 months. Which was replaced with a swimsuit (in the dead of winter), followed by various crazy outfits. Whenever I felt the urge to control her choices, I had to remind myself that she was simply expressing her personal taste and it was NOT a reflection on me.
  3. If you resent it, change it. This may seem contrary to #2, but this is all about picking my battles. Some battles aren’t worth fighting and some absolutely are. When it comes to sleep, I am militant about my no-kids-in-our-bed policy. For me, sleep is a deal-breaker, and I would be a very unhappy momma in the morning. Instead of allowing resentment to grow in my heart, I pray and ask God to help me find a creative solution. For our oldest daughters, that meant putting them in the same room at night.
  4. Steal a moment. With 4 kids and a husband who travels frequently, it can be extremely difficult to find one-on-one time with my kids. So I have to get creative and steal moments with them, whether that means taking one who needs some extra love on an errand and sneaking in ice cream or chatting with one in the car. It also means giving them all of my attention when a little one comes to me with a question or wants to discuss something.

When I feel overwhelmed, I remember that God has entrusted me with these precious children and they are gifts from him. Only a cruel God would give me a child without giving me the tools that I need to raise her. But our God is good, and he has given me everything I need to love these children well. Through his word, prayer, and the power of the Holy Spirit, I’m free to raise them one crazy, creative day at a time.

*This article was originally published in the Summer 2012 issue of Between the Lines magazine. You can read the full issue here.

Heading Home

I recently inherited an antique trunk from my grandma. It was carried by my great-great-grandfather from Russia when he and his new wife immigrated to the United States in January of 1903. It was the only thing they carried with them. I’ve often wondered what the original contents were. I think about how they must have felt leaving the only home they had ever known for a land they had only imagined. Full of promise and hope, I wonder if they were terrified, excited, or both. Did they wave as the boat pulled out from the shore or face the vast ocean ahead and vow to never look back?

The trunk holds an old map marked with the starting point of my ancestors' journey to America.

The trunk holds an old map marked with the starting point of my ancestors’ journey to America.

When I left Nebraska at the age of 19, I left the only home I had ever known. I left behind all of my family and friends for the man I would later marry. As we said our goodbyes that chilly day in January, my 5-year-old sister refused to say anything. She wouldn’t even look at me. I’d betrayed her childhood belief that things never change. As we drove away, I couldn’t stop the tears, but I didn’t look back. I knew if I looked back, I wouldn’t have the courage to carry on.

As a military family, we’ve spent the last 15 years as travelers of some sort. Even though our physical address has remained unchanged over these last few years, I must confess that I’m never quite sure if I’m home, heading home, or somewhere between. Along with the trunk, my grandma left these words for me about her time abroad as a military spouse, “Although we worked to establish friendships and roots, it wasn’t really our efforts that made all those strange places home for us. What made each place home was God’s presence with us. Our relationship with God was the key to establishing each of our homes.”

Last January in China, we met our daughter’s foster family at their home. It was the only home she had ever known. When it was time to leave, her older foster brother ran into his room and handed her an oil pastel art set. He didn’t say a single word, but his eyes gave him away. He was giving her something to carry with her, a reminder of where she came from. It was both all he had and his most prized possession. I was prepared for a tearful scene, but our daughter’s foster mom knelt down close and spoke gently to her. We couldn’t understand her words, but her tone conveyed everything. It is time to go and embrace your new life. Do not look back. And with that, our daughter grabbed my husband’s hand and walked straight through the door and into the light. Our brave little girl never once looked back.

Are you home, heading home, or somewhere between? Wherever you find yourself today, may God’s presence give you the courage to embrace your new life and never look back. I wish you a good journey.

It’s Summer Time! Are We Having Fun Yet?

My kids have been out of school for a month now. My stack of parenting magazines is covered with titles like, “Summer Fun!” or some variation of that sentiment. Is it just me, or are those titles mocking us moms? Sometimes the idea of summer fun seems nothing more than a half-baked dream I had before kids when my head was full of unrealistic expectations. In reality, my summer doesn’t always feel fun. With 4 kids all relearning how to get along, it can feel like a lot of work.

 

I admire the mothers of largish families who tell me how much fun having a large brood is, but I often wonder how I’ve missed the boat here. For me, adding more children has translated to increased pressure. After laundry, cleaning, phone calls, bills, finding time to write, picking up all day, and a hundred other tasks, I often feel like any joy has been squeezed right out of me. Throw in a dozen tantrums and some tween sassiness and I’m done. I’m not saying there aren’t hilarious moments, there totally are and I wouldn’t trade it for anything, but there are also increasing demands and responsibilities. When I get stressed, fun feels like the first thing to fly out the window.

So the question I asked myself before this summer began was, “How can I better balance work and play without losing my mind?” Since we added another child to our crew over the winter (Lord if you’re listening, we are good now thanks!), I knew having a plan in place for fun would be even more essential this summer. So here are a few guidelines I came up with to keep my work/play meter in check:

  1. Care Less. With 4 kids in the house generating dishes, laundry, and mountains of stuff, summer is a great time to care less what my house looks like. Messes are temporary and memories of merriment are forever.
  2. Take Breaks. Without school to give me a daily breather (my hats off to homeschooling mamas everywhere) I need to make an effort to take breaks in the evening or on weekends. I might do something crazy like grab a Starbucks and sit in silence or wander aimlessly around Target.  
  3. Be Silly. Even if my natural inclination isn’t silliness, I make an effort every day to act a little immature. My favorite silly behaviors include dancing, joking around, and finding little ways to make my kids smile. Of course, some awesome moms will take this to the next level like the pinterest picture I recently saw where stairs were turned into a slide using cardboard. I think I’ll pass. That would end badly in my house.
  4. Slow Down. During summers the older kids have reading time each afternoon. One day on a whim, I decided that instead of trying to get things done while my little one was sleeping and they were reading, I would sit down for 30 minutes and read too. It was refreshing and I’ve been doing it ever since.
  5. Enlist Help. Many high school kids are looking for babysitting jobs during the summer. I have a weekly play date with my older girls while my younger ones are home playing with a sitter. It’s a win-win.
  6. Release Control. I sometimes have a misguided desire to be Wonder Mom, so this summer I’m giving some of my workload away. Turns out, my kids are a lot more capable than I imagined. They’ve learned to help me cook, handle their own laundry, and they’ve been drafted into my army of deep cleaners armed with nothing but a box of baby wipes. It may not get done perfectly, but they are learning to be part of a team in the process. 
  7. Add Structure. Having fun with kids often requires planning on my part. I write down some things to do throughout the week. Whether it is a surprise outing to a favorite place or something as simple as playing a game, I make a plan and stick to it no matter what work is piling up around me.

Last summer, we announced that we were going to spend the morning on a family bike ride. After what felt like 5 hours of whining, preparation, and hassle we finally hit the road. When at last we arrived, it was a glorious ride that everyone enjoyed. An older gentleman passed by our biking clan, smiled and said, “You’re doing great mom! The family that bikes together stays together!” His encouraging words were a gift. It was worth the effort to play that day. It always is. The projects can be put on hold, the work will still be waiting in the wings come fall, but today it is summer. Proverbs 17:22 says, “A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.” This summer, I’m doing my best to stay cheerful and not let my bones dry up in the heat.

How about you? How does your family have fun in the summer?

Adoption Requirements: Faith, Hope, and Love

When I started this blog, I wasn’t completely sure where I was going with it. Like a traveler that takes an unknown path in hopes of finding something significant along the way, I simply felt called to start. I’m thankful for those who have joined me in the journey. If you haven’t already, please feel free to type your email in the subscribe box on the right side of the page so that you can have any new posts delivered straight to your inbox and more importantly, I can stop feeling guilty about blogging inconsistently! I have a really good excuse though. Here’s what’s been keeping me busy for the last 3 months.

Many of you have asked when I’m going to write about China. We’ve been home with our sweet girl for 3 months and in many ways, I’m still processing what we saw and experienced in China. The truth is, our story is still unfolding and it’s difficult for me to articulate. Each day brings new joys and challenges. We are in the trenches of adjusting to a new normal. Adoption is a journey and meeting our daughter was just the beginning. What I do know is that healing is taking place. Some days it’s almost imperceptible, but when I take a step back or bring in an outside observer the changes are remarkable.

The day we met our daughter in China was probably the worst day of her life thus far. While we had been anxiously and joyfully anticipating seeing her for the first time, she woke up that morning and was told that today was the day she would leave behind everything she had ever known and go with complete strangers.

The hubs and I waiting to meet our precious daughter.

The hubs and I waiting to meet our precious daughter.

Our beautiful and sad little girl.

Our beautiful and sad little girl.

China was very rough for many reasons. There was crying and gnashing of teeth, and that was just me. When we arrived home from China, we enjoyed a 2 week honeymoon period where all seemed right with the world again. People were bringing meals and marveling at her English and we were enamored with her every move. But like all honeymoons, it came to an end and the real work began. One day we woke up and reality set in for all of us. Good feeling’s gone. These have been some long, dark days.

My friends, I’d love to give you a rainbows and unicorns kind of story about adoption tied up with a pretty little bow, but I believe I would be doing amazing adoptive families everywhere a disservice. Because the truth is, adopting an older child is very rewarding and it is very hard. Families don’t magically form overnight and healing for children from hard places happens one day at a time.

When I am wading in a sea of tantrums, grieving and attachment, it’s easy to lose sight of the eternal. Every day I’m reminded of my inadequacies and of my sole dependency on God. Because in my own strength, I just don’t have what it takes. I’m not a miracle worker or a savior, but I know the one who is. And I know he has incredible plans for my daughter’s life.

If you want to have a better understanding of the joys and challenges parents and adoptees face, I highly recommend that you read Jen Hatmaker’s candid blog post The Truth About Adoption: One Year Later. Keeping in mind that we are in what Jen Hatmaker refers to as, “Stage 2: Spaz Out,” I want to tell you what we are clinging to these days:
1. Faith. Hebrews 11:1 says, “Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.” Because God called us to adopt, I’m confident he is seeing us through it. I know he is going to make beauty out of ashes in all of us. I see glimpses of it every time my children laugh together and my new daughter’s face lights up with joy.
2. Hope. Romans 15:13 says, “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” When you visit a room full of orphaned babies staring blankly at the ceiling, it is easy to lose hope for this world. But when you walk into a hotel lobby in China and see dozens of families from all over the world who have come for these children, you can hope because God never sleeps and is always moving in the hearts of ordinary people for his precious ones.
3. Love. 1 Corinthians 13:8 says, “Love never fails.” Because God loves us with a never ceasing, crazy kind of love, we can draw strength from him to love unconditionally. Not because it’s easy, but because it’s what we are called to do. Love is a verb, not a feeling. I am humbled that God gave me another child to love.

A few days ago, my husband and I were showing our new daughter pictures from our time in China. When we came across the photograph of our first meeting in that hotel lobby, she was finally able to express how scared she was and I was able to say how sorry I was that she was scared. Then I told her everything was ok because I was with her that day. Suddenly, there was clarity in her eyes and joy spread across her face as she wrapped her arms around my neck and said, “I lub you Mommy!” Oh what joy filled my heart! I was overwhelmed that in 3 short months, God had given her new eyes to see a traumatic event in a whole new light.

My beautiful, brave, sassy, and enchanting daughter today.

My beautiful, brave, sassy, and enchanting daughter today.

Like an observer standing too close to a Monet, there are times when all we can see in our lives are the seemingly unrelated paint strokes. My prayer for anyone stumbling in the dark today is that we may step back and see the trials and confusion of our lives through the lens of eternity. We don’t have to be afraid. Everything is going to be ok because he is with us. The light is coming. Lord, open our eyes so that we may see.

Now all that I know is hazy and blurred, but then I will see everything clearly, just as clearly as God sees into my heart right now. These three things that remain—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:12-13

Christmas: A Beautiful Mess

I have a confession to make. I love Christmas, but sometimes it’s a little too messy for me. Ironically, I’m a soon-to-be mother of 4 who craves order. Between the shopping, food, decorations and the Christmas tree taking up way more room than I think it should, I can start to feel overwhelmed.  Some years, I’m relieved when January rolls around and all the stuff gets put back where it belongs. What can I say? I have issues, but God isn’t finished with me yet. My mother assures me I was born this way (I loved to spend time alphabetizing my books at the age of 3). With each child that’s been added to our family, I’ve learned to embrace the mess more, but there are still times when my need for order gets the best of me.

Don't worry, we kept this batch in the family.  Love these girls!

Don’t worry, we kept this batch in the family. Love these girls!

A few years ago, I purchased new Christmas stockings for my 3 kiddos at the mecca of American consumerism, Pottery Barn Kids. I ordered 2 online with the monogram, but my oldest daughter wanted one that was only in the store so I told her I would purchase it and have it monogrammed later. For several days she hounded me about when her name was going to be sewn on her stocking and I asked her to wait patiently and I would take care of it. Then one day she appeared holding up her stocking with her name written on it in large, black sharpie ink. She had a proud, but sheepish grin on her face. I was furious. I asked, “Why did you do that when I told you I would have it sewn on?” And then I said the words I wish I could take back, “You ruined it!” She burst into tears and ran off. I justified my reaction because she had been disobedient, but I think I was angrier about the ruined stocking. I tucked it away in the decorations box and ordered a new one. Not my proudest mom moment.

Pulling out decorations a few years later, I smiled when I saw that old stocking and laughed to myself. I asked her if she remembered doing that. Her face sank and tears welled in her eyes as she looked at the stocking. I felt like a horrible mother and apologized as I put it back in the box for another year. This year, I pulled out the old reminder of my failure again and wondered if I could make it into something new. I promptly took the stocking to a fabric store and asked two middle-aged female employees if they thought I could cover up the writing and have a new name monogrammed on it. They both replied, “You’re going to want to keep that.” Apparently these kind women did not get that the thing had been ruined. And then it hit me, I was the one who didn’t get it. My daughter didn’t mess up her stocking; she was trying to make it useful and perfect. In my efforts to make everything perfect and beautiful, I was the one who made a mess.

At Christmas, I find myself thinking a lot about Mary. I wonder what she was thinking as she traveled that long journey to Bethlehem. I doubt that giving birth to her son in a stable far from home was part of her birth plan. No doubt it was dirty and smelly in there, a mess really. And into that mess, a savior is born. Luke 2:19 says, “But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.” How she must have treasured the beauty of the moment.

So this year, I’m going to resist the urge to spread out the ornaments on the tree, fuss over details or shake off extra sprinkles. I’m going to embrace the beautiful mess of Christmas. The memories of laughter, love and chaos; I’m going to want to keep that. I’m so thankful that God knows my imperfections, loves me anyway and has my name written on the palm of his hand.

See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands – Isaiah 49:16

In the Meantime

My #2 (yes, we use a highly sophisticated code in our house for referring to our children) sighed this morning and said, “Whenever I try to teleport myself, it doesn’t happen.  It makes my life seem so lame.” Lame, indeed.  

Some days, staying in the same place is just plain hard.  We have been waiting for adoption paperwork from China that says we can go get our little girl.  In the meantime, the seasons have changed and she has grown from a toddler to a preschooler.  A few days before her 3rd Birthday this month, I pulled out an outfit with a 3 embroidered on it.  And for the first time, I cried.  Why can’t I be there to celebrate that she is fearfully and wonderfully made? 

The smile that greets me each morning.

In my head, I know that God’s timing is perfect and he wastes nothing.  I’ve learned this lesson before.  But my heart still questions, “Why not today? Do it now!” 

The truth is we are all waiting for something.  And when that something comes, it may have us shouting for joy or weeping for sorrow.  So what do we do in the meantime?  We live our lives.  We celebrate the joy of the moment.  We stay close to him and delight in the knowledge of his love for us.  We surrender control and we trust.   

Because one day when we stop waiting and we start living, we will get a word, a decision, an email, a phone call, or a package that will change everything.

My FedEx delivery man was lucky he was in such a hurry or I would have given him a big, awkward stranger hug.

And we will know that the waiting was not wasted.  The joy of this moment was part of the still waiting of the moments before.  Like David, we will sing a new song and know that only God could see the path before us clearly. 

How many times have we cheated ourselves of seeing a miracle by trying to hurry the wait?  Let’s wait patiently for God so he can get all the glory.  Only he knows when it is time to go.

I waited patiently for God to help me; then he listened and heard my cry.  He lifted me out of the pit of despair, out from the bog and the mire, and set my feet on a hard, firm path and steadied me as I walked along.  He has given me a new song to sing, of praises to our God.  Now many will hear of the glorious things he did for me, and stand in awe before the Lord, and put their trust in him. Psalm 40:1-3

 The latest issue of Between the Lines magazine is here.  This issue is all about forgiveness.  I took a walk down memory lane to the early years of my marriage.  I hope it encourages you and makes you laugh!

Finding Delaney

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. -Chinese Proverb

As a writer, I believe in the power of starting the story where the story starts.  So please indulge me while I back track briefly to the place where this blog begins.  It’s a day that changed the trajectory of my family’s life forever.  On December 9, 2011, I attended a neighborhood cookie exchange where one of my sweet neighbors announced that she was expecting her fourth child.  Now as a very busy mother of 3 children, I would normally have thought something like, “Wow, that’s crazy.” But that night something went horribly wrong.  My soul felt a familiar pang of emptiness, a dreaded longing that had been with me since the birth of my last baby. Where was my fourth child, my daughter Delaney?  To keep from sounding like a crazy person, let me just explain that after having 3 children the old fashioned way, my husband and I are officially done having children biologically.  But nonetheless, I still had this feeling that a little girl with the name Delaney was missing from our family. We had picked the name before we knew that I was carrying our son during my last pregnancy and somehow it had just stuck with us.  We would often joke about what a handful she would have been. 

I left the party and came home and explained to my husband that I just didn’t understand why I still had this feeling 2 years later.  By then I was in tears and completely beside myself.  I did what I always do when I need to be alone with God.  I hid in the bathroom.  Don’t ask me why, God gets it and we’ve had some good bathroom chats over the years.  For months I had been praying that God would break my heart for what broke his, which by the way I don’t recommend unless you are willing to turn your life upside down.  At that moment, I suddenly felt like my heart was going to break into pieces.  I finally fell asleep praying that God would either take this feeling away for good or show me where Delaney is in a dream or whatever.  I’m pretty sure I said specifically in a dream, but I don’t want to sound like I’m bossy or anything because you know he’s God and he can do whatever he wants.   

The next morning, my husband was at work and I was checking my email/hiding from my kids for a moment when I received an email from a website called www.rainbowkids.org.  It’s a website that lists children with minor to severe special needs who are available for adoption all around the world.  A friend had shared the site with me a year earlier when I had mentioned that we had always discussed the possibility of adopting a fourth child, but the timing just never seemed right.  I had never received any emails from them before so I jumped on rainbowkids and sorted the names of the waiting children by alphabetical order.  The entire time I was thinking about what a futile exercise this was and how I should really be doing dishes or some other dreaded task.  As I got down through the D’s, my heart about stopped beating as I saw a little Chinese girl who the American adoption agency had listed with the name Delaney (her actual Chinese name is different). It took my breath away.  Could this be her?  Surely it was just a coincidence.  She could have been sitting on this list for months now.  And then I looked at the date her information was posted…yesterday.  The day my heart cried out in anguish. 

Our first glimpse of Miss Delaney

 

On March 5, 2012, we called the adoption agency to let them know that we were ready to begin the paperwork to bring our daughter Delaney home.  And the missing piece of our family puzzle fell into place.  Our adoption agent’s response to our phone call was, “Congrats on finding your baby Delaney.”  Found at last.  God did it.  To Him be the glory!