Adoption Story: Will & Megan (again!)

Will and Megan adopted their sweet daughter three years ago (it’s a beautiful story!) and knew they weren’t done growing their family. When things didn’t go as smoothly as the first time around, it would have been easy to quit. Easy to give up. Easy to assume it “just wasn’t God’s plan.”

But sometimes, just when things are the hardest, it means you have to show up and keep pushing through with all of the faith you have. And in adoption, remembering there’s another family on the other side of everything, struggling with the hard pieces of adoption as well…

When you’ve gone through it once, you feel like an old pro, right? Wrong! No two adoption stories are alike and our family quickly found that out when we decided to adopt once again. When our first daughter (also adopted) turned 2, we decided to get our home study updated and start this whole adoption journey once again. The paperwork and home study went swimmingly. Doing that once, you DO become an old pro! But from there, our journey decided to take it’s own path, rather than follow the lines of our previous adoption.

Two failed matches later, we sure felt defeated. Never once did God fail us however. With lots of hesitation but lots of prayer, we pushed on. We were matched for a third time and though it felt right, there were so many signs that could have pushed us away. Luckily, we trusted in God’s plan for us. On October 7th, our sweet Miles Steven was born. We weren’t given the chance to meet our birth family prior to the birth and our nerves were on edge with two failed matches freshly under our belt that once they met us, they may change their minds. (The most awful things rush through your head during these times. It’s up to you whether you listen to them or trust your heart to God.) With God’s help, we walked into that meeting room confidently and confirmed to those parents that we would be the family they wanted for their child.

The thing is, I felt God telling us that though this is hard for us to let our guard down, to give ourselves completely to this family after what we’ve been through, we have an obligation to them, to us, to our son, to give them all of us. It’s hard remembering that there are scared and timid individuals on the other side of the table with the same hesitation and the same uncertainty, when you’re lost in your selfish misfortune. I knew as we walked in that room to meet them that no matter the outcome, we needed to show them our true selves and offer our whole heart to them and their child. Without God’s steadfast love, I’m not sure I could have done that.