Have you been in a situation where there was a lack of hope? Where the only thing that could make the situation better was a miracle? This very thing happened during the summer of 2013 to me and my family. This miracle occurred after a series of changed plans, numerous hospital visits, and hope for a blessing. Through many individuals and circumstances, God changed what I call "my family" and taught the importance of trusting His perfect plan and being willing to go where He leads. In October of 2011, my family started the process of adopting a young girl from Ethiopia. My parents felt led to adopt because of our calling as Christians as stated in James 1:27. After exploring many options, my parents decided on an Ethiopian adoption program.
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Around the same time, my grandfather, who works at the hospital, was sent to the wrong room as he was working. Coincidentally, the room he was sent to happened to be the room of the mother who wanted to place her baby for adoption. My grandfather sprung on the opportunity and gave the mother my family 's contact information as he knew we were considering options other than Ethiopia. We were shocked by this new option for adoption. The likelihood of my family adopting this newborn was slim to none because of many uncertainties surrounding domestic adoption. However, my parents made sure to take the right steps to put us in a position where the birth mother could choose our family to adopt Hope. There were many obstacles as we explored this new open door. Some days, I was convinced I would have a new baby sister. On the other hand, there were days where I was certain I would never be able to call Hope my sibling. My parents took several trips to the hospital to meet with the birth mother and social workers in order to be granted custody. I anxiously waited to see how each visit to the hospital would …show more content…
For the first time, my brothers and I joined my parents at the hospital. The day I had been hoping for and anticipating had finally come. We entered the hospital and were met by swift moving doctors, beeps of monitors, and intercom announcements. Chemicals filled the air. These did not faze me since I had my mind set on meeting my new sister. As I laid my eyes on her for the first time, I was filled with an unexplainable joy. When I finally got the chance to hold her, the new baby smell and the soft baby skin brought an abundance of happiness. It was in that moment that I realized my family had finally been given what we were hoping for. That day, we took Sarah Elizabeth Hope home as a new member of our family. On February 28, 2014, Sarah was officially adopted as my sister. My family saw a miracle worked right before our eyes throughout the entire process of adopting my sister, Sarah. From the beginning of the Ethiopian adoption process to the end of our domestic adoption, we placed our trust in God and His perfect plan and were willing to follow wherever He led. Although it was not where we imagined, we saw His hand guiding us through every step of the process. Having Sarah as a part of our family reminds us each and every day of God’s provision and care for us; this journey started and ended with
Around the same time, my grandfather, who works at the hospital, was sent to the wrong room as he was working. Coincidentally, the room he was sent to happened to be the room of the mother who wanted to place her baby for adoption. My grandfather sprung on the opportunity and gave the mother my family 's contact information as he knew we were considering options other than Ethiopia. We were shocked by this new option for adoption. The likelihood of my family adopting this newborn was slim to none because of many uncertainties surrounding domestic adoption. However, my parents made sure to take the right steps to put us in a position where the birth mother could choose our family to adopt Hope. There were many obstacles as we explored this new open door. Some days, I was convinced I would have a new baby sister. On the other hand, there were days where I was certain I would never be able to call Hope my sibling. My parents took several trips to the hospital to meet with the birth mother and social workers in order to be granted custody. I anxiously waited to see how each visit to the hospital would …show more content…
For the first time, my brothers and I joined my parents at the hospital. The day I had been hoping for and anticipating had finally come. We entered the hospital and were met by swift moving doctors, beeps of monitors, and intercom announcements. Chemicals filled the air. These did not faze me since I had my mind set on meeting my new sister. As I laid my eyes on her for the first time, I was filled with an unexplainable joy. When I finally got the chance to hold her, the new baby smell and the soft baby skin brought an abundance of happiness. It was in that moment that I realized my family had finally been given what we were hoping for. That day, we took Sarah Elizabeth Hope home as a new member of our family. On February 28, 2014, Sarah was officially adopted as my sister. My family saw a miracle worked right before our eyes throughout the entire process of adopting my sister, Sarah. From the beginning of the Ethiopian adoption process to the end of our domestic adoption, we placed our trust in God and His perfect plan and were willing to follow wherever He led. Although it was not where we imagined, we saw His hand guiding us through every step of the process. Having Sarah as a part of our family reminds us each and every day of God’s provision and care for us; this journey started and ended with