An Adoption Journey

An Adoption Journey by Christi Cunsolo Trimbur

This post is about bringing our little person home.

The Lord had spoken: It was time to prepare to return to the field.

The Lord confirmed what He had spoken: We booked 6 months of speaking engagements for fundraising in 2 days.

We were heartbroken.
We were confused.
We chose obedience.
We started the process of ending our adoption journey.
And then…

Adam was in Morocco for work. I stayed home for no other reason that I just felt I needed to. I needed to pray, think, create.
And then a phone call came from our adoption specialist on Friday. A 9 month old girl had been put in interim care. It’s not likely that it will work out, but were we interested? Yes.

On Monday another phone call. The family would like to meet with us today. Well, Adam is in Morocco and I’m 4 hours away. But we’ll make this work.

{Enter frantic texting of 911 CALL ME NOW to Adam who happened to be in the only place during his entire trip without decent internet.}

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Adam found a spot on an ancient wall that had enough internet for me to put my phone up to my tablet so we could FaceTime with our adoption specialist and the birth family.

Honestly, we didn’t think it went all that well as match meetings go. We’d had a bunch and from our experience this one seemed to be in the category of “likely not choosing us.” We were told they were supposed to meet with another family face to face later that day.

And then another call from the adoption specialist. I braced myself for yet another no.

“The family has chosen you and already signed the paperwork.”
I make her repeat it 3 times to be sure I’ve heard correctly. “You can meet her on Thursday and take her home on Friday.”

I hung up with our adoption specialist completely stunned. Then I called Adam.

“Hi, Daddy!”

{Enter frantic search for new flights for Adam that ends up including a bus ride across Morocco and me standing in our kitchen thinking, “What do 9 month old babies eat?”}

And then…
Adam landed on Wednesday evening. We left very early on Thursday morning to get to the interim family’s house that morning.

And there she is with her sweet little bow and yellow outfit. A confused look on her face. I take her in my arms and the three of us giggle and get to know each other. We feed her and she falls asleep in my arms.

I have never known such love in my life.

This little life is a living, breathing testimony of God’s miraculous grace, power, and plan.

And I finally truly understand the love of God who adopted me as his daughter.