I wanted to be the courageous birth mom. I wanted to be the attentive adoptive mom for my son. I wanted to be the always loving mom for my three biological children. I wanted to prove myself worthy for the daughter I placed for adoption…and years later re-adopted into the family. And I wanted to do it all without breaking a sweat.
I have been a birth mother for eight years. There are times when these eight years have felt longer, and sometimes its still hard to believe I’m a birth mom at all.
It was only three weeks from the time we learned we’d been chosen by an expectant mother to the time our son entered the world. When we received the call that our son had arrived, we drove an hour to finally meet the little boy that would make us parents.
I applied for the Hope’s Promise connection team trip to Vietnam in June, then I blinked, and here I am making final preparations. Emotions weigh heavy on me as I prepare to take an airplane to a country that is unfamiliar and uncharted territory for me.
A collage of childhood photos lay strewn across my desk as I held a pair of shears. I studied each photograph and wondered, What would my child want to know about me?
You slip into the world raw and trembling, aching for tender touch. But instead, the one you most long for walks away.
Marva and Robin never expected a forever bond to take place between their two families. They never anticipated a lasting friendship to be formed.
I made an adoption plan for my son in 2001. At the time, I was nineteen and had just started a relationship with the birth father, Mike, when I discovered I was pregnant.
A shuddering breath escapes my lungs as I take in the environment surrounding me. This is my first encounter with the extreme devastation of poverty. I see the tear-stained faces of people who know what it feels like to skip meals on a regular basis.
I have been inspired by many in this world: Mother Theresa. Nelson Mandela. Harriet Tubman. Oskar Schindler. Their acts of love and courage were recognized and applauded across the globe. Yet there is a hero of mine whose name is neither printed in any publication or shared on news media. She has become one of my greatest inspirations. She is my son’s birth mom.
In the fall of 2014 Executive Director, Beth Woods visited Hope’s Promise homes in Vietnam for the first time. Moved, inspired and excited to go back again this fall, Beth shares some of her wonderful experiences with us.
After many heartbreaking years of infertility, Leigh and Corrie adopted a healthy baby boy. They took him home from the hospital, and they all lived happily ever after.
But wait. There’s more. Because sometimes the happy endings we imagine just aren’t spectacular enough for God.
My fingers frantically typed on my keyboard: “Birth mother support group.” I hit the search button and waited. I placed one hand on my growing belly and hoped I could find someone who could understand.
How do you become the kind of person who changes the trajectories of other people’s lives? How do you inspire others in eternally impactful ways?
I didn’t recognize the young man I sat down beside. We smiled at each other, and I extended my hand and said, “Hi, I’m Diane, what’s your name?” He smiled and said, “Stanley!”
We have a very special and unique blog for you today. Adrian Collins is our amazing Hope’s Promise Adoption and Pregnancy Blog Editor and has been gracing us with her beautifully written words since 2017.
Each adoption story is unique. No two mimic one another. Some adoptions happen with ease with others involve long periods of waiting and hardships. One thing I know for certain is this—God’s fingerprints are left on every child and every adoption journey.
There was a time in my life when trauma stunned me into silence. I unexpectedly learned about harm perpetrated against someone I love. A friend exposed the truth to me with kindness and sensitivity, but I walked away from the conversation shattered.
I think I’m a good person, but I haven’t always made good choices. Getting pregnant wasn’t what I planned. God isn’t surprised. He still loves me and will see me through, just like always.
Last week during a break at a church board meeting, one of my friends took out her phone and began to show me pictures of her grandchildren. She took the time to tell me their names, ages and what was unique or notable about each child.
The long awaited Supreme Court opinion in the Masterpiece Cakeshop case was handed down yesterday: 7-2 in favor of Jack Phillips and his business, Masterpiece Cakeshop.
You did not ask to be brought into this world,
But God knew all about you,
Because God had a plan for you
Paige, a college student, just learned she is pregnant. Terrified, alone and confused, she holds a positive pregnancy test in her hand, wondering what to do next.
I’d always wanted to be a wife and mother. After marrying my husband, Paul, we agreed to start a family and I felt everything I’d hoped for was coming to fruition.
More than a million orphaned children live in Kenya. Yet, though I had previously worked in Mathare Valley, one of the largest informal settlements (slums) in East Arica, home to thousands of vulnerable children, I did not fully appreciate the plight of orphaned children until 2005 when I started working for an adoption agency.
There is a growing stack of books on my nightstand that I intend to read one of these days. Some nights I manage to read a few pages. Most nights I barely skim a paragraph or two before my eyes glaze over and the book gets returned to the stack.
On Saturday, May 12th, Hope’s Promise hosted its 9th annual Birth Mother Coffee and Connection at Castle Oaks Covenant Church in Castle Rock, Colorado. The afternoon event centered around connecting birth mothers and honoring their decision to place a child for adoption.
The aroma of delectable cuisine greeted hundreds of guests as they arrived at the BAC Appliance Center in Englewood, Colorado on Thursday evening, April 19, for Hope’s Promise Fourth Annual Food Festival.
I was 24 when I found out I was pregnant. While I was shocked, I wasn’t necessarily surprised. Raised in a Christian home, I attended church and youth group faithfully throughout high school.
The orphan. Vulnerable. Defenseless. Helpless.
Me. Desperate. Needy. Dependent.
Do my feelings of desperation and helplessness help me identify with children rescued from abandonment? How do I respond to my own emotional and spiritual struggles, let alone those of others?
The orphan crisis is overwhelming. With more than 140 million orphaned children in our world it is easy to feel that nothing we do can make a difference. That couldn’t be farther from the truth. If we each do something, we are much closer to solving the issue.
If you were to ask me how old I was when I first learned about orphaned children, or in what context, I wouldn’t be able to recall for sure. Perhaps it began with “The Rescuers” – a cartoon movie about two mice who help an orphan named Penny escape from the terrible Madam Medusa.
First of all, I’m embarrassed that I even have to tell this story. I’m a 46-year-old mother of two, for crying out loud. Way too old to get lost. But standing alone in the forest, watching the sun slip behind the massive outcroppings of boulders, I knew the time for pride had passed. I started to shout.
Anxiously, I waited for the nurse to return with the results. I felt disoriented and alone as I sat waiting in a cramped room of the local pregnancy center. The nurse returned and revealed that the test was positive.
After serving at Hope’s Promise for ten years, first as an intern, then as a caseworker and now Director of Adoptions, I’ve learned invaluable information about the process of adoption.
The following is an interview with Dianna, who is a sponsor for two Hope’s Promise children in Kenya. Dianna and her husband are adoptive parents and she also serves on the Hope’s Promise board of directors.
Sophia is a birth mother who placed her son for adoption through Hope’s Promise. She is now a vocal coach who teaches at a music studio. This is her story.
“Take me home. I’m to be given away” was the hand-written sign hanging around a small 3-year-old girl’s neck as she sat in the dirt in front of an outdoor market. She was alone, helpless, and terrified. Without the intervention, her fate was all but written.
After all these years, my dad still calls me his Butterfly. I was given the name as a young child after I’d mastered every lyric to the Sunday School favorite, “If I were a Butterfly,” and knew all the hand motions by heart.
My son who joined our family through adoption celebrates his tenth birthday this February. Looking into his chocolate brown eyes, I’m still in awe of how God touched my heart through adoption.
I once lived, moved and breathed right smack in the heart of the biblical parable of the lost sheep, albeit contextualized for Colorado Springs, Colorado. Now, in these parts, at least in the city, we don’t herd many sheep; but we have cliffs, frigid winter nights, and hungry predators.
IMAGINE the Possibilities! Strive for GRACE! Stand TALL! NEVER give up on the things you care passionately about! Don’t be afraid to put down ROOTS! LOVE!
The Kingdom of God is like a baker whose job it is to bake and supply bread daily for his community. The baker bakes just enough bread for each day because any excess will be stale and will not be good or enjoyable.
Christmas is a magical time of year. Twinkling lights, dustings of snow, precious time with family and friends, and most importantly the opportunity to celebrate the very roots of God’s Kingdom coming to earth for the first time; Jesus’ birth.
Caseworker! That is my job title. Sometimes I laugh when I have to explain to other people what exactly it means.
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Our family had intentionally gone to church early that morning so we could head out into the beautiful Colorado Mountains and explore what God had for us.
“Do not let your hearts be troubled…” That’s all the words my mind could consume before the pastor’s voice trailed off into the wilderness of my brain. Do not let your hearts be troubled? Seriously? Of course there is much trouble in my mind and heart! In fact, just that morning I received a text that my great nephew was in a serious car
One little boy, Mark, was abandoned on the streets of the Huruma slum in Kenya at only three years old. He was left with nothing: no home, no food, no hope, and no future. Another young boy centuries before was on a hillside surrounded by a massive crowd of hungry people.
I have a new admiration and respect for adoptive parents in waiting. Rubbing shoulders with a dozen or more couples at Hope’s Promise Core Training we had the opportunity to hear each other’s stories, and explore expectations, and dreams.
This past summer Hope’s Promise was excited to host a Connection Team to Kenya. Taking 27 people on the nearly 9,000-mile journey was just the beginning.
The last two months have been crazy. We experienced a dramatic lunar eclipse seen across the United States. It was the first time in recorded history that we had three hurricanes in the Atlantic basin at the same time and all three made landfall. (Hurricanes Harvey, Irma and Maria devastated the Caribbean, southern Texas and south Florida.)
Nobody enjoys filing paperwork or paying filing fees, and for families that have completed an international adoption, they often think they have had more than enough of both.
Are you a hero?
That word is so huge that we hardly ever think of ourselves as a hero. After all, with fictional heroes like Superman and Star Lord from “Guardians of the Galaxy,” how can we even compare?
Looking around at my lush surroundings one would think that I was in a tropical paradise. With giggles and squeals of excitement from the children playing all around me, I couldn’t help but think how fortunate I was to be in that moment.
I invite them: come. Come, stand on the brink of devastation, human suffering as you have never seen before.
He studied my face, streaked with happy tears. His little eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Then he leaned on my shoulder and melted into my embrace. For days after, if he was awake, he was in my arms.
If you are pregnant and the pregnancy is unplanned, you may have a lot of questions about next steps and the options to consider. Adoption is one of them and at Hope’s Promise we work with families to help them understand how adoption works.
Nepal is world-renowned for towering majestic mountains, fertile terraced fields, and verdant valleys. Nepal is no less than the magical, enticing destination that Tourist Guidebooks claim.
When you decide to adopt a child, you may have many questions. There are lots of answers out there in the cyber-world and we have found that various information and sites are inaccurate or simply out of date.
For many of us in America, November fills us with profound gratitude for family, whether those we received at birth, or those we choose, or those who choose us. The loved ones with whom we gather on Thanksgiving Day are a gift beyond measure.