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God of the Possible

April 15, 2007

During our session on Tuesday, #5 and I had a short discussion about God and adoption, following along the lines of the recent blow-up on one of the forums I visit. I said something about how the notion of God choosing a particular child for me to parent really bothered me. We talked that there are likely two concepts at work here- one dealing with idea that God has completely defined the future and paths our lives will lead and the other has to do with people needing to feel entitled to parent the children they have adopted. Sort of the feeling that “this is what God intended and the reason I was infertile, etc.” I explained to #5 how I felt that adoption was part of the fallout of sin in the world and while God gave me a desire to be a parent, He did not set out to create Widget to be my child through L. To me, that would be the same as God choosing me to have cancer and I just can’t believe God did that.

So, #5 ends up giving me this book called God of the Possible to read. Now, I will admit I got a little bored with the writing format, but the concept was very interesting. The author was trying to prove using Biblical passages while God does foreknow some things, He leaves some things open to the possibility of this happening or that happening depending on our free will. It does make sense to me because if God absolutely knew everything about my future right now, how would I have any free will? I think He is there through whatever decision we make or every bad thing that happens or every good thing that happens. He guides us through our lives, wanting us to choose His love and grace, instead of our self-centered desires. But if He already knows who is going to be “saved” and who is “condemned”, nothing that we chose to do should make any difference. I’m not sure I’m explaining this right :?

Anyway, a random post about theology :-P

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Being an adoptive mother

April 8, 2007

This post has been brewing in my head for a while now.

I no longer know what to say to women who relinquished and wish they hadn’t, women who feel that they were coerced, victims of a flawed system.

Nor to adoptees that hurt, are angry, feel rejected, outcast, lost.

Yes, I’m sorry they hurt.

Yes, I’m sorry the people they trusted failed them.

Yes, the system sucks.

Yes, I want it to be reformed both domestically and internationally.

Yes, I wish money didn’t rule the world and alter people’s sense of what is right/wrong.

Yes, I will do my damndest to make sure our next child’s adoption is done as ethically as I can possibly make it.

Yes, I can choose which agency I will work with, one that I respect and trust to provide all the information to someone experiencing an unplanned pregnancy.

Yes, I can push for open records for my children, because it seems ridiculous to me that they are not allowed to have their original birth certificate.

Yes, I make mistakes and regret them but the wrongs of adoption are not my fault because I’m an adoptive parent. Nor are they God’s fault.  They are the fault of a world full of sin.  A world of sin causes a world of pain, loss, sadness.   For me, believing in God, Jesus’ resurrection and the forgiveness of my sins means I have His grace and forgiveness, strength to carry on through these things because in the world after this, there is nothing that can harm me.

But….

I cannot control others.

I cannot go behind the closed doors of sessions between “birthparent” counselors and expectant parents, and try to stop all the subtle things being said that might make them choose adoption over parenting.

I cannot take an expectant mom who tells me she doesn’t feel ready or want to parent and force her to parent because I think she can do it. Nor do I feel that I should be the one to be saying here are all these reasons you should parent. In fact, my only role in an adoption plan prior to termination of rights is to respect the expectant parents and their rights as mom/dad to this child.

I cannot undo the past and fix the world for you.

I cannot help the moments I look at my daughter and actually forget she is not mine biologically.

And….

I am allowed to feel entitled to parent my child and the other children that come to our family.

I am allowed to hope that my child will grow up to be a well-rounded, compassionate person who loves God and while she knows she came to our family by adoption, it is not what defines who she is.

I am allowed to believe in God’s infinite wisdom and love to know how my children will join my family.

I am allowed to believe that sometimes in an effort to become a parent, we forget that it isn’t all about us and our desire to be parents.

I am allowed believe that most families built by adoptions which may have been done unethically, did so unintentionally. I do know that there are bad apples in the world. But much of the time as adoptive parents, we are doing what we think is right based on the information we are given at the time. We trust those in the field and we don’t often know who we shouldn’t trust.

I am allowed to just be a mom, and not have to qualify it all the time by saying I’m a mom through adoption.

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Two Church Tango

April 8, 2007

We were going to attempt the two church tango this morning wherein we start out at our church for the 9 AM service and then leave in time to be to my parents’ church at 10 AM.  Yeah, both of us slept through the alarm until 8:15.  Kinda hard to get to our chuch 30 minutes away when we don’t get up until 45 minutes before.

So we just went to one service.  It was a nice traditional service.  I got to sing my favorite Easter hymns.  We did hear the same sermon that we’ve heard nearly every time we are there.  I wish he would get something new to say.  But I missed my church.  Being with my family on a holiday in church is good, but I think next year my church comes first and if we miss the family service, we miss it.  They’ll live without us there ;)

The Lord is Risen!

Alleluia!

Have a wonderful and blessed day!

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Good Friday Prayers

April 6, 2007

This last week, via my adoption sites and blogs, I came across two children battling cancer. My heart breaks for them, for their families.

In your prayers this Good Friday, please remember:

Baby James He has metastasized Wilms’ Tumor.

Ellie She has stage IV neuroblastoma.

Pray for Easter miracles for these children, in fact, for all children who are battling cancer.

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I’m amazed

April 4, 2007

at how differently I see.

Like a light has been switched on and the darkness in my soul has scattered.

Oh, I’m sure there will be moments when it tries to creep back in.

When it tries to get a new foothold to weave its way back into my very self.

But God is there, within me, around me, always.

With Him, I am prepared.

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Adoption and Christianity- my view ;)

April 2, 2007

Sometime I get the feeling that there is this implication that being a Christian meant I had to subscribe to the idea that adoption is a God-given mission. That we are called to adopt, and that we are supposed to believe God created those those children to be adopted by us. I posted about this on one of the adoption forums I read (also one with some turmoil going on) and since I’m lazy, I just copied and pasted :)

Post 1:

I am a Christian.


Being a Christian does not mean I have to believe exactly the same as you about anything other than in these things:

There is only one God. He sent His son down to Earth in the form of Jesus Christ, who was crucified, died, was buried and on the third day was resurrected. He sacrificed His son for the forgiveness of our sins.

Being a Christian does not mean I have to subscribe to the idea that adoption is a God-given mission for people. In fact, that idea makes me want to vomit. I think when a woman relinquishes, God weeps for her and wishes that the sin in this world that causes these things had never happened. And He loves her and He holds her in His heart and hands.

I am not a saint for adopting my daughter. My daughter’s adoption was not to SAVE her from the life she would have had with her firstmother. She would have had a different life, she would have been a different person with different experiences both good and bad.

Remember the post someone had about the difference between God’s will and God’s plan? God’s will would be that there was no sin. Our free will means we mess up what God’s will for us is but He always has a plan for whatever situation we are in. On some things, we will not know why things happened the way they did until the afterlife. In this life, I will never know why I was the one in my family to have cancer, not my sisters or parents.

I imagine that every member here wants their child’s adoption to have been done in the most ethical manner possible, whether you are a firstparent or an adoptive parent (or p-adoptive parent). I don’t think any of the adoptive parents here have any intentions of being deceitful in terms of how their children joined their family. So please do not think that is what I’m saying when I say the following:

Closing your ears and eyes to the realities of adoption just hurts you as the adoptive parent. If we all joined together and worked hard for adoption reform and truly believed in the value of open adoption for the child, think of what we could do! In the end, reform benefits all of us in the triad.

Sigh. I hope this doesn’t come across wrong…

ETA: I do know that in international adoption many children would be living in poverty and orphanages for the rest of their lives. So I know that in essence, they are “saved” from that existence. I do wish we could use some of our excessive wealth as a First World country to wipe out poverty but that is a whole other topic. I also recognize that children adopted from foster care are also in essence “saved” from being in foster care their entire lives. I am primarily speaking about infant domestic adoption where so often the child was placed in a permanent solution to temporary situations.

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Post 2:

First of all, I didn’t post this and then run away. I went to the local symphony with my dad Smile

Okay to clarify:

I DO think God has a hand in adoptions that are done ethically and responsibly. That He knows just which families are supposed to be joined together. I do not mean He created the child to be placed but since placement was going to happen due to free will, He guides people together.

I DO think there are occasions in domestic infant adoption where adoption is in the best interest of a child. Situations where the safety of the child would be in question or situations where Child Services would automatically be involved if the mom didn’t voluntarily release. The thing is much of the time in infant adoption it is fear, insecurity, self-esteem that are the deciding factor to a placement. Nicole is a prime example of how this happens, yet everyone called it a Christian placement, what a gift, how she did the right thing. Yes, there are cases where the women who placed probably could have capably parented (Tulip, Amber, Lost Mason, DayDreamer, LizzyBetinTX, and other firstmoms) but they knew they were not ready to parent or didn’t want to parent (there is no shame in this).

I DO think that God puts a desire in us to be parents but to me it isn’t a call. It isn’t a mission, just as to me parenting isn’t a mission. I don’t think many of you would say that God called you to become pregnant (if you were able to be pregnant). To be perfectly honest, I have issues with the whole idea of missions except when they are to just go out and do good works- as in some of the awesome things my church is doing this year throughout the world- building schools in Haiti and in Ecuador, clinics in Queens New York, rebuilding in Katrina areas.

I DO think God moves through us in ways we just cannot even fathom. He brings people in and out of our lives for a reason, reasons we may never know.

To me, if Adam and Eve hadn’t allowed sin into the world, then it would be perfect, there would be no infertility, no adoption, no poverty, no war, no cancer, no sudden death, we would all be happy, perfect. But since God gave us free will, and they ate from the tree in the garden, our world is imperfect. Sin is never going fully away, so cancer exists, loss exists, grief exists, poverty exists, war exists. And to me, that is how adoption comes into it. In essence, it is from the fallout of the first sin.

I know there is much that is unethical in international adoptions. And huge struggles in foster adoptions, when sometimes a child lingers in foster care for too long.

I know that there are people who work in the adoption field who are doing honest work both domestically and internationally. And I know that sometimes situations occur where something is unintentionally done and of course, we cannot control others’ actions. Nothing in life is completely under our control, except some of the mundane things like laundry and dishes Wink

tishslp: trust me, I do not think God wants to vomit Smile And I do, in fact, think that God blesses your family as He blesses mine as He blesses all families, no matter how they were formed. But I strongly feel that He cries out in sadness for the sin (by this I do not mean the individual sin but the inherent sin in this world) that caused this loss every time a child is placed.

Does any of this make any sense?

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Post 3:

79nicole wrote:
Well here’s the thing… the real meat and potatoes… by claiming that they were meant to adopt my child (Moonbeam), her aparents are also claiming that I was meant to lose Moonbeam. That might not be true in every case… it might be like erin said, it might be that once free will had already decided to relinquish, THEN the adoptive parents were chosen by God to adopt. But that can’t be true in my case, because my whole relinquishment decision hinged on Marie’s parents be willing to adopt her. Yet I lost her through unethical means. So what does that say? (PLEASE NOTE: I do not blame Moonbeam’s parents for the adoption. There were many other little things that, if different, would have caused me to parent, too. But they ARE one factor, and it IS absolutely true that if they hadn’t been on Bethany’s waiting families list, I wouldn’t have relinquished. Again–too long a story to get into, but it’s true.) So…. in our case… if they say God called them to adopt Moonbeam, if they make the judgment that she was meant to be part of their family, they are ALSO judging what God had in store for MY life…In other words, they’d be doing exactly what you’re railing against: judging for another person (me) what was part of God’s plan for that person’s life (me).

This is a sticky topic, absolutely. And of course I have a hard time believing “God” calls anyone, since I don’t believe in a conscious God. But I understand everyone has their own beliefs, and that’s fine, I’m not trying to negate those.

But I have to point out that when people are SURE they were called to adopt their particular child, it’s possible that they’re also implying that the birth mom was meant to relinquish her child. So yes, they’re making a judgment about another person’s life and the plan for that person’s life. Not always, but in some cases.

(((Nicole)))

This has had me thinking since I read it. I should be going to bed but instead I’m posting Razz

When I’m talking about free will in terms of relinquishment, I wasn’t thinking actually of your individual free will to place Moonbeam. In fact, in your case, I really feel that in light of everything pressing down on you at the time, you had no choice, no real say in placing Moonbeam. (I can’t wait for the comments on that one Wink ). What I meant to come across was that the collective free will of society causes relinquishment. Yes, your individual free will had a role, the “counselor” you had had a role, your parents, M, Moonbeam’s birthfather and his wife, all these collective decisions led to relinquishment on your part. I do NOT think God creates children to be adopted by particular families or that He uses women to be the carriers of these children and then be raised by other families. When I say Widget was supposed to be my child, I don’t mean those things. I just mean that God placed a desire in me to parent, life and decisions led to L choosing to relinquish, God had a hand in connecting us at the “right time and right place”. It was not as a judgment on L on His part. If life and decisions had led to her parenting, He would have connected us with another child some day. I’m not sure I’m explaining this right. And I know that you have struggled with the concepts of Christianity for years, so that makes slightly more difficult to communicate what I’m saying.

Maybe if I equate to me having cancer as a child, it might make more sense. I have struggled long and hard with why *I* was the one in my family to have cancer, why *I* had to be infertile on top of that, why *I* lived and other kids didn’t/don’t survive the exact same thing. I don’t think in creating me, God thought this one will have cancer. God didn’t choose me. The fallout from the first sin is the root of it. Absolutely nothing I could have done or my parents could have done or anyone could have changed me having to deal with cancer at young age. It is just part of this crazy, winding, bumpy, rollercoaster of a journey of life with its deep dark pits of despair and glimpses of grace and joy that I am on. And even, though I know you aren’t a Christian, I expect I’ll find you in my afterlife. Oooo, now there’s a topic for debate Wink

 

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Acknowledgment

March 15, 2007

#5 and I were talking yesterday about me sticking with therapy this time. We determined that one of the key things was an acknowledgment on my part of what was truly going on in my life. During my previous attempts at therapy, as soon as I knew my “surface self” was able to stay intact, I quit. The last thing I wanted was to be defined as depressed because that was my mother. Despite being an intelligent individual, I had completely wrapped myself around that idea that being depressed meant things like panic attacks, suicide attempts, and a lot of other “nuttiness” based on my experience with her and that if I acknowledged it, I was destined for that path. Better to avoid than to acknowledge.

All well and good until two summers ago, when the cumulation of decisions made in a depressed state of mind left me feeling as if all I was destined for was this sense of nothingness, hoplessness, failure. I couldn’t even turn to God because at that point, I wasn’t even sure He was there. If He was, it sure as hell felt like He didn’t give a damn about me. There were moments when I thought why didn’t I die when I was 5 and had cancer? It seemed to me that I had lived and f***d up the lives of those around me.

But one thing happened in the midst of all this, (okay, it was through my e-mail discussions with PH), I acknowledged that the roots of where my life stood then were seeded in depression, some of it stemming from a chemical imbalance that the antidepressant I was taking didn’t alleviate enough, some of it stemming from my childhood cancer and my resulting infertility.

Now it took a full year of finding God but still feeling lost, of messing up some more, trying to change medications and feeling myself falling before I began to think I need help. More help than PH could or should give. After having #5’s name suggested to me twice, once by PH (who also knew at that point more help was needed) and our pastor, I took the plunge. I called #5. He was on vacation. That was hell. Because I knew that if I didn’t go as soon as I could, I would be able to bring myself to a point where I might not go. When he called back and had the next evening open, I just flat out said I would be there and I literally talked myself through driving there, getting out of the car, waiting and feeling that if he didn’t open his door soon, I might bolt. Of course as soon as I thought that, the door opened. And then he asked me why I was there, at which point I completely fell apart and this chaos of emotions, thoughts that had been tumbling around my mind for years began coming out.

It has been 8 months and enough sessions that I have truly lost track of the number, along with my *fabulous retreat* (you know I checked in just for the food, and the fact that I could paint on the walls or color and make muffins), but I am healing. I can feel it and it is so incredibly different than I have felt in years and years, maybe ever. I know it isn’t over and it may never be fully over.  But I acknowledge my depression exists.

And by acknowledging it, I am learning to take control over it instead of it controlling me.

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Lenten Reflections II

March 4, 2007

I had an interesting discussion with #5 during my session yesterday about what it means to be healed and if you can ever be healed from grief or another emotional trauma. This has been something I have been thinking about with regard to my own experiences, although the original topic came up on an adoption forum related to relinquishment of a child and how it affects the women who placed on an ongoing basis. #5 expressed that he looked at healing from grief as being ongoing but he also thinks there is a way to achieve a balance in your life so it is no longer overwhelming because when you are grieving, you are completely off-balance. Your body tires more easily, life just weighs heavily, the grief just takes over.

He also talked about how emotional healing really has to come from within a person. He told a little story of how his daughter came home from school and talked about a speaker they had who was a “self-proclaimed” healer. The speaker felt by the laying on of hands and saying certain prayers, God used him to heal people. His daughter said she thought he was a “nutcase” and he said, while he has heard of instances where things of this nature have healed people, he was skeptical mostly because in his work, healing comes as people achieve balance by working through their feelings about what has happened in their lives.

As a Christian, he emphasized that at the center of the balance was a relationship with God. No one can understand pain, anguish and grief better than God as He sacrificed His son to save us.  Remembering His grace and forgiveness also helps us reconcile our guilt and sins to work towards healing.  Healing doesn’t mean we won’t feel any pain or sadness anymore.  If we didn’t, we wouldn’t be human.  We can never be completely healed here on this Earth but through God and within ourselves, we can work towards a balance of healing.

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February 28, 2007

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Ash Wednesday

February 22, 2007

I was going to go to church last night but somehow from the morning when I got up and remembered it was Ash Wednesday to last night at about 8 when I remembered again, it had slipped my mind.

I suppose having a doctor’s appointment for Widget, who has some unidentifiable rash (at least it wasn’t chicken pox like I was beginning to think) and a therapy appointment along with 3 phone calls from our realtor- can we have a showing?  How about 3:30?  Oh, wait the buyers would want to close in two weeks and that’ll never happen with a short sale, so nevermind, probably account for that slip-up.

As for my Lenten intentions, I’m going to try to spend at least a few minutes every day in order to do some reflecting on my spiritual life.  I also wrote my testimony because I would like to join our church this spring (and I’m hoping T will commit to writing his- he says he’s ready but he’s an excellent procrastinator- heh heh, that’s pot calling the kettle black).  I may need to some editing to my testimony as it is rather long.  I tend to be kind of rambly at times ;)

I also need to contact the woman who sets up the life groups at our church.  The one we were going to join fizzled because we lost two families to other things and then I never heard anything from the group that was looking to add.  We need to get involved in something.  Alpha was great last year but it was such a huge commitment and the child care thing got too complicated, that we decided not to participate again.  And I’m struggling with my Tuesday morning women’s group.  I’ve missed almost all of the meetings since Christmas- I think I made it twice and I won’t make it next week as T has an appointment with an “Ears, Nose, Throat” specialist and I am going with him.  I don’t quite know what to do because I’m not feeling very connected to the women in my group, even though they are very nice, and that makes it hard for me to get going when I’m not motivated or when Widget is making it difficult to get out the door.

Oh, and soon I will be moving this blog again. I got in on a deal for site hosting, paying only $1 plus domain registration.  So once I sort out getting my site set up and my blog transferred, I’ll post the new link here.  This way I’ll be able to use some different templates, add-ins that the free blog here at wordpress doesn’t allow.  I’m getting in the thick of it with web site administration, set-up, etc.  Much techno-geek stuff to figure out.