"Our Journey" Part 2: Getting Started
>> Monday, October 31, 2011 –
beginning,
Forgety Family,
our journey
By Khylee
International or a domestic adoption?
How old of a child?
Boy or girl?
One child, or a sibling group?
If international, what country?
What agency is reputable?
How do we know when to start?
These are just a few of the questions that we have wrestled with. And…I know these are just a few of the ones that many of you want us to answer.
Honduras, 2004 |
…but then my heart would say things like “the wait is too long, 2-4 years is ridiculous to wait for a child”, “you aren’t guaranteed a baby and a toddler will come with too many issues.” So, I began to research a little more on Ethiopia and domestic private adoptions because the wait isn’t as long, and you can get a referral for a child that is under a year old, problem solved, right?
Wrong.
What a selfish, selfish human being I am. I am embarrassed to even admit I thought that, but that was the state of my heart. I was only attracted to Ethiopia and private adoption, so MY needs would be met, so that I could become a mother on my terms.
And I knew in that moment- I knew that Adam was right, I knew that the Lord had our children in that country, I knew I needed to wait, to wait as long as it took, and to open my heart to a wider age range. The Lord had already intimately connected my heart to this country and he spoke through Adam to help wake me up to the boundaries and rules I was setting up for how this adoption-thing was supposed to go.
It wasn’t a coincidence that I had learned to speak Spanish in college or that I already traveled to Honduras once in college on a mission trip and fell in love with a group of orphaned boys. The Lord had purposefully placed in my heart a love for this community of people.
It wasn’t a coincidence that I had learned to speak Spanish in college or that I already traveled to Honduras once in college on a mission trip and fell in love with a group of orphaned boys. The Lord had purposefully placed in my heart a love for this community of people.
Mi mono "my monkey" was my nick name for this little guy. |
(For Part One of our story: "Why we are adopting" click here)