Today, I’m delighted to host a guest writer in this space for the first time. I had the pleasure of meeting Kristin Taylor through the God-sized Dreams Team. She has been, and continues to be, such an encouragement to me. I am proud to call her friend and share this space as she tells the story of how God built her faith and family. Please join me in giving Kristin a warm welcome, and then go buy her ebook–you’ll be inspired!
I let go of the six words that were always on my mind.
“God, please let us become pregnant” was replaced with questions about what adoption would mean for us. Greg is an attorney so we told some attorney friends about our desire to adopt. We told some doctors, our family, and friends. I needed an emotional break from making appointments and telling professionals about diabetes, endometriosis, and probable polycystic ovarian syndrome, so we didn’t research adoption agencies.
About two months after leaving the specialists’ office with peace that certainly surpassed our understanding, God opened a door through my sister that ended up leading to our first adoption. We met our daughter’s birth mom in the waiting room of her ob/gyn’s office in mid-January.
As we waited and wondered, God worked.
During the time I was having all those blood tests and we were visiting an infertility specialist, God was orchestrating a story that made me a momma in a way I never expected. Like so many times in my life, I could see God move when I surrendered.
We still didn’t know the ins and outs of adoption, but we knew this situation was right for us. People – some even close to us – asked how we could open our hearts to this method of having a family when there was always a chance this woman, like any birth mom, could change her mind. Sure, I realized this, but I knew she wouldn’t.
I had heard adoption horror stories and have since witnessed someone close to me walk through a few of her own. But that peace that surpassed all my understanding stayed with me as we journeyed through the adoption process.
We continued going to appointments with the birth mom, often spending lunches afterward together. I just knew she was in it with us. It may have sounded naïve, but it’s what I knew in my heart because we got to know her, as a person and not just our daughter’s birth mom.
We were in the room when our daughter was born, and saying I’m thankful for that experience is an understatement. People asked if being in there was strange, and I would have thought I’d say it was. But, like the whole adoption process, the birth experience was meant to be – something I can only say because the Creator of the world orchestrated all the details for it to happen, leaving us with the peace that surpasses all my understanding. We saw our 8-pound, 20-inch girl as soon as she entered the world.
With a newborn baby in my arms, the newness seemed comfortable, like God had planned this for us – even though I had no experience with babies. For months and months, I begged to be pregnant, but God heard the desire of my heart, which was to have a family. It’s a lesson I still hold close: Even when we don’t say the right words, God knows. In his timing, we see a glimpse of his masterpiece.
November is National Adoption Awareness Month. I never expected adoption to be part of our story, but God used the experience to change me. In my ebook “Peace in the Process: How Adoption Built My Faith & My Family,” I share about God’s faithfulness through our hard season of infertility, two adoption processes, and the days since. It’s available on Amazon.
Kristin Hill Taylor lives in Murray, Kentucky, with her college sweetheart husband and their two kids. She believes in taking road trips, living in community, and seeking God as the author of every story – many of which she shares at www.kristinhilltaylor.com.