Holding Onto The Future Promises of Our Children To-Be

Back in 2013, I (Jen) was walking down our street; Avenida 5, in our neighborhood of Larapa, in Cusco, Peru. I can remember that it was sunny outside. I can remember that I was walking in the direction from our house, towards the shops and the main road. Our entire street was a steep decline, from the our house towards the main road. In Cusco, many of the “hills” seemed like mountains to walk up, especially when you are a beach native. I can remember dodging the holes and cracks in the sidewalk, stepping around trash and being careful where I planted my feet. I can also remember being newly pregnant, because the smell of empanadas and someone cooking lunch was overpowering. Then I felt like the small voice of the Holy Spirit say to me, “You will have sons.” “What?! Really? Ok. Wow.” God speaks on ordinary days. I can’t remember anything else out of the ordinary that happened that day, but I remember journaling those words. I hid those words for later.

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Avendia 5, Larapa, Cusco

We were so surprised in January 2014, when we found out Miriam was our first daughter! Now, don’t think for a minute that we were ever “disappointed” in her gender reveal. Years before, in 2010, David and I were newly engaged. God had spoken to both of us, through visions, prophetic words, through the gift of an art piece from a friend at Clemson DCF, and the general desire in our hearts for a daughter.  We just had no idea that God had saved all of those beautiful things for 2014! And He surprised us again in 2016 with Ellenor! He gave us not one, but TWO spectacular,  independent, beautiful daughters! That’s how good my God is…He gives out double portions when you ask!

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Prophetic Art by Paul Shotsberger (Clemson DCF – 2010)

So this pregnancy, we wanted to find out the baby’s gender, but also be surprised ourselves. At Ellenor’s gender reveal party, I let it slip to some of the guests early…hey, it’s really hard to not say “she” and “her” when you already know who that little person inside you is! So this time, we were sneaky.

The ultrasound tech in my OB’s office was very careful and changed up her wording of “he” and “she” during the scan. She told us to “not read into what she was saying, because she would do baby’s downstairs parts last.” We closed our eyes and she didn’t say anything. When she printed off the ultrasound pictures, she held back the ones that revealed the gender. Then, only Mrs. Beverly, the ultrasound technician, knew what we were having! She gave David the “secret envelope” and my good friend, Jen, met us in the parking lot to pass off the envelope. Then Jen Helmer was entrusted with the job to tell the Harris Teeter balloon guy to fill up the box we gave her with pink or blue balloons, depending on the contents of the envelope. Jen was gone for a few hours, she came back to our house and dropped off the box. We took the box over to my parent’s house and had dinner with them, my brothers and my future sister-in-law. After dinner, we FaceTimed David’s parents and did a Facebook Live video so that our other family members and friends could be a part of the action. Then, Team Carter, ripped into the box and were so surprised when BLUE balloons came out! WE ARE HAVING A BOY! It was such a surprise to not even know beforehand, but everyone, including our girls, are so excited about having a little boy in the house!

My mind went back to that day in Peru when God spoke to me in the quiet. I’m so glad that I can go back and read those words. It was a “future promise” to me and I had just stuck it in a box and put it away on a shelf and forgotten all about it. Until He reminded me that He really does deliver on what He promises. God doesn’t promise you something and take it back. He doesn’t taunt you with the desires of your heart and then snatch it away, leaving you feeling cheated and gullible. (*Sidenote: this is how I feel every time Ellenor offers me one of her Goldfish crackers and then she snatches it away right before I get to eat it out of her hand. She finds it hilarious. I am cheated out of tasty Goldfish.) But that is not Father God’s heart. He loves to give us gifts; gifts that are so unique to each of us, as individuals, because that’s how He created us to be.

It’s like that song, “Yes and Amen,” by Housefires:

“Father of kindness / You have poured out of grace / You brought me out of darkness

 You have filled me with peace / Giver of mercy / You’re my help in time of need / Lord I can’t help but sing

Faithful, you are / Faithful, forever, you will be / Faithful, you are / All your promises are Yes and Amen / All your promises are Yes and Amen //…”

We are so thankful for this gift, of our son, who we are naming, Grady David Carter! Grady, is an old, family name from David’s side of the family. David, after his Daddy and his dad. His name means “noble, beloved.” He is going to be full of joy, a gentle warrior, and the perfect addition to Team Carter! We can’t wait to meet you, Grady!!

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This is the profile pic of Grady

 

Keep Dreaming and Go After It – Our First Experience with Fostering

 

Keep dreaming. It’s what brings you life. Even when your dreams take detours; keep seeking God’s direction and peace in dreaming and go after it!

Team Carter dreams of adopting one day. Adoption is something that has been on our hearts since before we were married. We wanted (and still want) lots of kids and our hope is that they are a combination of biological and adopted children to complete our family.

We are not pursuing this because we are seeking affirmation from people. Please save your “bless your heart” comments.  It’s not about us rescuing a child, as if he or she is a puppy from the pound. These are our future children we are talking about. We really believe that our children are out there and when the timing is right, they will join our family forever. To us, they are worth fighting for–to keep dreaming for.

Since October 2016, I had been getting lots of words in my time alone with God to research adoption. Key word: “research.” Not necessarily, “do it.” That’s really hard, when you believe that you are called to do something long-term, but have to take baby-steps, when your heart wants to sprint that marathon.  I started researching adoptions, both domestic and international. Something even came up that we never expected to be interested in: foster care.

We know there are so many “what ifs.” There are so many misconceptions surrounding foster care and adopting children. But the more we learned, the more we wanted to pursue it. We have friends who are currently fostering long-term and short-term placements. We have friends who have recently adopted (both internationally and in the States). We have friends who are in the grueling process of waiting to adopt their children. And we champion them all! We are watching friends battling a broken system. We are watching families, who pour out so much love and time, and they are rejected. We hear that there is an overwhelming need. We think, “What can we do to help?” “Why us?” Why not us.

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Do you ever go into a bookstore and the titles seem to jump out at you? This one found me in the clearance section and I felt God say “buy it!” (Photo courtesy of Pinterest)

The program we were applying for stated, “We are not about finding a child for every home, we are finding forever families for children.” The goal for fostering in our state is always reunification with the birth family if possible. Meaning, your intentions of hoping to adopt children in foster care may, or may not happen. It seemed, as we learned more about our state standards that adopting, or accepting a long-term foster care placement (to hopefully adopt them in the future), seemed just as miraculous if we were to become licensed and approved to be matched with a child, or children — just as miraculous as it would to become pregnant with more biological children!

For awhile, it seemed we were making progress. We attended an informational meeting on adopting and fostering in the Spring. In the following month, I had three confirmations of friends or situations that arose that pointed me to the exact same program that we had been looking into. We were communicating with a case worker and were filling out two mountains of paperwork. We had physicals done, background checks and fingerprinting and even had the support from our immediate families. The light was green.

And then, it turned red.

Over the next few months, it became harder and harder. We wondered how much of it was hard, just because people admit that it is hard, or if it was truly a “closed door.” The final test was if we were going to be able to proceed because of our volunteer work in foreign countries. *If this helps anyone, if you were on a “tourist visa” and never had an identification number assigned to you (ie: a work visa), proving that they can track your “outstanding good citizen records”, then DON’T say you ever “lived” in that country. As a tourist, you are technically “passing through” and you don’t need to claim residency there.* As volunteers, we never “existed” in any sort of formal way with foreign governments. We even got our supervisor to write an email saying that we were of good standing and didn’t have any trouble while abroad. It wasn’t good enough. I was so anxious about the whole thing, but it was totally out of our control. Both governments were not going to write anything about two tourists, on a government letterhead, translate it into English, and mail it back to the US; short of us returning abroad to do it in person (if that).

We have learned so much in this process. We learned more about our family, what we can handle right now and what we can’t. David and I had to communicate more than before about what situations we would be comfortable with. I think we were even trying to compromise in ways to make us fit into a category to be accepted. We discovered more about David’s health, so we have changed the way our family eats. We have been doing no dairy and more vegetarian meals. We grieved for awhile that things became out of our control and that we did not wish to continue until we were sure we were qualified to do so. We talked. We prayed. We communicated to close friends and family.

And then came our answer: we found out we are pregnant with #3!

With a pregnancy, if you are in the process of fostering or adopting, we automatically go on a “wait list” for a year and nine months in order for you to bond with your biological baby before you continue with the program.

Wow! We always said we wanted more children, no matter how they came to us, and for right now, that means another child biologically! We didn’t have long to grieve, because this child has brought so much joy and love into our lives already! Praise God!

So we will have to wait and see what the future holds with our adoption dream, but for now we are going to enjoy the adventure we have been given!