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An Adoption Story-Meet the Sampsons

An Adoption Story submitted by Sarah Sampson

“First, let me say that I believe every adoption is a beautiful miracle.

Just like childbirth, no two stories are the same. Our story is not your typical adoption story. For us it began in December 2005 when I was attending a Christmas concert with friends. I was 2 weeks away from delivering my 4th child. During the concert, they showed a spotlight video that highlighted a ministry called Shohannah’s Hope, an organization that raises money to helps families adopt internationally. I was so moved by the video, it hit something deep inside me and I came away with a compelling feeling that I would adopt someday.

I went home and shared my experience with my husband. He chalked it up to pregnancy hormones and pretty much told me I was crazy. We were on the verge of having 4 children under the age of five, including a set of twins. Life got busy when the baby came and I kind of put my experience on the back burner. My baby started kindergarten in 2011, and with my youngest in school, the desire to adopt came back to me. I didn’t have long to entertain it before my kinder daughter was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. That was such a life changing event for her and our family that I put adoption on the back burner yet again.

Fast forward to fall of 2013.

I had gone back to school to get my teaching certification. I was driving across Houston several times a week and my thoughts on my drive would always go to the possibility of adopting. It seemed everywhere I turned, whether I was in church, at my kid’s school, or driving down the road, I would see something or hear something that related to adoption. At this point, I knew God was speaking to me loud and clear. I approached my husband again about the idea and he still wasn’t completely on board. He told me that if God wanted us to adopt he was going to have to put a baby on our doorstep. That way we would know it was from Him.

Well, I knew that wasn’t how things worked so I began to research adoption agencies and options. I became consumed with the idea and I began to share my desire with my friends and family. Through an unlikely series of events, a family friend’s daughter had just found out she was expecting and at that point in her life keeping the baby was not an option. The family knew that we were interested in adoption and asked if we would meet with them. This is not how adoptions typically happen but we knew we had to see where it would lead. By seeking and following legal counsel, we proceeded with the process. Even though a birth mother cannot finalize her decision until after the baby’s birth, we were committed to walking out the journey with her. 

On June 27, 2014, Eli Thomas came into the world.

His birth mother requested our presence at his birth. My husband and I were the first to hold him. It was one of the most amazing experiences of our lives. From the moment we held him, we knew he was going to be part of our family. Eli wasn’t legally ours until April 17th, 2015 when our family stood before a judge in a Galveston County Courthouse as we committed ourselves to him and he was officially given our name.  Eli’s adoption was a private adoption but we still had to go through the legal process including interviews and home studies for everything to be finalized.

Eli’s birth mother is an amazing woman. We have a unique relationship with her and she is a part of Eli’s life. I want him to know how much she loves him and how that love affected the decision she made. When I think of adoption my heart is torn. I know that it is a difficult choice for a birth mother. It requires love and so much bravery, but something so beautiful can come from that choice.

Adoption isn’t always easy.

It can be complicated and challenging at times, but when you look into the eyes of your child it’s worth all that is difficult. People often ask us about our decision to adopt. Some say we are crazy since Eli makes five children for us. We often hear the comment: “What a blessed little boy Eli is.” We turn that around and say we are the ones who are blessed. Every time I look at him I think of the miracle that he is. How he was a desire in my heart 9 years before he came to our family.  He brings so much joy to our lives and the lives of those around us! We love him more than words.

I would encourage anyone who has considered adoption to pursue it! There are many wonderful agencies for local and international adoption that can lead you through the process. If it’s a desire in your heart, it can become a reality and lives can be forever changed by your decision!”

 

A note from Trisha:

I met Sarah and her husband at my son’s basketball game. My daughter and I walked into the gym and I had intentions of sitting in a seat close to the door. However, she spotted her step mom and grandma and said “Let’s go sit over there.” I had no idea a divine appointment was about to happen. The Sampsons were sitting next to me and I noticed that Eli had super dark hair compared to them. I started a conversation and found out he was adopted. I told them about The Dream Village and asked if they would be interested in sharing their story. I love when God gives me a reminder that He’s in control here.

If you’re interested in sharing your adoption story, click here for more info.


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An Adoption Dream-Meet the Jeffries

A Latin American Adoption Dream

The Jeffries are in the process of adopting from Latin America. They have 2 children, Charlotte and Abram, who are 10 years old. Right now they’re in the middle of the home study process.

“We were on a mission trip to a children’s home in Latin America this summer when we felt God’s calling to adopt a brother and sister there. We immediately started the process for adoption when we returned home,” Holly said.

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Adoption Story - Meet the Millers

An Adoption Story… Submitted to The Dream Village by Kortni Miller

“I’ve never won the lottery, but I imagine it kind of feels like being handed your three-day-old baby boy for the first time and hearing the words “Congratulations, you are a mother.” Especially after the long and lonely road it took to get to him.

Our adoption story really began as a sophomore in high school in the backseat of a car with all my girlfriends, driving to the hospital to offer our young teenage support to one of our best friends, who was about to place her baby boy into the arms of a woman she didn’t know and say goodbye to him forever.  I don’t think even then that I realized the magnitude of her choice. By the time we got to the hospital she had already delivered him and to this day I still remember my friend laying there, a sheen of sweat still visible on her forehead, tired, solemn and more quiet than usual. And in that moment I realized that she was the bravest person I’d ever known. I wouldn’t know this until years later, but that strong and selfless friend of mine prepared a hidden chamber of my heart for the beauty of adoption.

I remember vividly the night it all came full circle. Ten years later I was snuggled up on the couch with my husband, both of us completely speechless after watching the movie Martian Child. The story hit us like ice cold water to the face. We both knew we wanted to adopt at some point in life, but we hadn’t tried anything exceptional to have kids yet so it wasn’t exactly the first thing on our minds…Until we saw that movie and heard the line “how do you argue against loving one who’s already here?” From that moment on, adoption was all we could think about.

The next day my husband called me from work and said “I don’t know how, but we need to start the adoption process today.” We met with an agency that night and handed them a check with all the money in our account to cover the intake fee and not a clue how we would pay the rest. Our profile was shown to an expectant mom a week later and Eli was in our arms exactly one month after the night we watched that movie. It was nothing short of a miracle.

It is hard for me to find words for the beauty of the moment my boys were placed in my arms. The only one that comes close is AWE. I felt quiet and small. Standing there, I felt like my heart had taken up residence in my throat and it would come crawling out if I tried to speak. The awe of everything that had just taken place made me wonder if I should slip my shoes off because I felt as if I was suddenly standing on the most holy ground. That is what the adoption journey is. Holy ground. Every step of the way.

If I could travel through time and talk to my 24 year-old self, the girl who was staring at her twentieth negative pregnancy test, I might tell her something like this: One day she is going to be alarmed when all of her friends start having one, and then two kids and she doesn’t have any yet. She is going to pray for a baby for so long until the day she can’t see the point in asking anymore. She is going to know what it feels like to be angry with God, and sad. Really, truly, deeply sad when she realizes the babies are not coming. But then I would gently grab her shoulders and look her in her now worried eyes and I would say to her; ‘Listen. God has every intention of completely wrecking your soul more than once in your life so you will know what it means to let Him put it back together again. And one day that will happen when you find yourself holding your husband’s hand in a small office at an adoption agency and the case worker will get off the phone and tell you that you are now the mother of a three day old baby boy. That is when you will close your eyes and thank God for all of those unanswered prayers. But just you wait, it will happen again. Just when you think your heart can’t hold any more love, a beautiful girl will lay her baby in your arms and make you a mother of two.’ And then I would hug her tight and tell her sorry for spoiling the ending, but everything is going to be okay, because her heart knows no happiness like mine does right now.

Even though infertility wasn’t the deciding factor for us in choosing to adopt, it was the push we needed to do something we had always planned on whether we got pregnant or not. I know that’s not everyone’s story though, and none of that discredits the very real truth that infertility still hurts something fierce.

When you are being held in God’s hands like that, it is hard to understand what He is making out of you. You ask why, why would He keep you from having the one thing you always wanted…that He wanted for me? You don’t feel the space being created in your heart or the soul stretching that is taking place. And you can’t hear Him through all the frustration and tears telling you to please hold on, ‘I am working on your prayers and what I have for you is better than you ever imagined.’

I didn’t hear or feel any of that until I saw that little face that looked nothing like my own for the first time–staring up at me, begging me to love him.  And that’s when I knew. That’s when it dawned on me exactly the kind of heart all of the days and months and years of waiting shaped inside me. I began to realize that if God wouldn’t have spent that extra time on me, I wouldn’t be here holding this baby and being asked to love him. I wouldn’t have known that I could. I wouldn’t have known that the disappointment of seeing one line on that pregnancy test month after endless month could become the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen while I was holding my baby; who would’ve never been in my arms had the stick read positive.”

We’re so grateful that Kortni was willing to share her adoption story with us. Please check out Kortni’s Instagram and read more! She’s a fantastic writer! instagram.com/born.from.my.heart