“We have a match . . .”
May 2015, the call finally came. After 15 years of infertility (with a miracle baby in the middle of it all, another story for another time), hours and hours of foster/adopt classes, months of waiting and thousands of prayers, our babies were coming to live with us.
It is written in the Bible, “One day Jesus said to his disciples, ‘Let’s cross to the other side of the lake.’ So they got into a boat and started out.” (Luke 8:22)
We knew when we chose to adopt through Riverside County, things would not be simple, but we had no idea what God had planned. The one thing we did know was God had called us to adopt. So, we got into the boat. And so, here they were. She, a happy, squishy little ball of smiles and goo’s and he all fire, fun and fury. We were in love! The challenge of bringing them into our home was far less than the joy of having them with us. We jumped in with both feet – swimming, parks, beach, church. Family came to meet them, friends could not wait to know them better. We were on a mission to share our lives with them and quickly fell into a rhythm of play hard, sleep hard. Easy, peasy – we had it handled!
Six weeks went by.
As they sailed across, Jesus settled down for a nap. But soon a fierce storm came down on the lake. The boat was filling with water, and they were in real danger. (Luke 8:23)
The day was gorgeous. Jacob (miracle baby, now age 8) the kids, and I were in Oceanside, enjoying the surf and sand.
“Mrs. Maue, this is Michelle (their social worker).” She paused, not sure how to say what came next.
“I’m sorry, but I need you to bring me the children. The judge has granted their former foster family a weekend visit and they may not be coming back.” Blood pounded in my ears and I struggled to catch my breath.
“What? I don’t understand what you are saying! They what?”
“I’m so sorry. They changed their mind. They filed to reverse the court order and the judge granted them a hearing.”
“How could this happen?”
Of course, she had no answer for me. We went to court on Monday and the moment the judge began speaking, we knew it was over. Our kids were gone. We grieved. Hard. I called every social worker I had ever spoken to.
“Hi, this is Corie Maue. I need to know that our kids are going to be okay. I need someone to call me the moment anything changes.”
“Yes ma’am.” They were kind to humor me.
My journal entry from June 14, 2015 says, “I do not know what our redemption story will be, but I know that we will have one.”
The disciples went and woke him up, shouting, “Master, Master, we’re going to drown!” (Luke 8:24a)
We grieved more. Jacob (my son) struggled, angry that we had lost them, blaming us for not being able to keep them. We talked, we cried, we worked through it together. The grief waned and only struck from time to time. “Will they know Jesus? Will we see them this side of heaven?” Our hearts had been knit to theirs permanently even in such a short time. We tried to #seizethejoy even through the rough days and eagerly awaited our redemption story. He had not revealed the next step yet, but He will. Were we strong enough for this? Not by a long shot . . . but we trusted Him when He whispered, “I Am.”
Mid-October. “We have a match. A three week old baby girl.” And so she came. Our sweet Sophia, a tiny, happy, easy baby. Holding her soothed our souls and expanded our hearts.
“When Jesus woke up, he rebuked the wind and the raging waves. Suddenly the storm stopped and all was calm.” Luke 8:24b
A few short weeks later, because God is so God, another call came. “When it rains, it pours” It was Vivian, our adoption worker. Five and a half months after they left, our kids were coming home. November 5, 2016 they became ours forever. Yes, redemption has come.
We know a great deal more of their back story than we are able to share, but the details can hardly explain the incredible journey we have all been on. Even now, the days can be hard. I mean, seriously – we have three kids under three years old! Plus, our kids have suffered a lot of trauma and loss and have a lot of healing to do. But He knew about the storm when He called us into the boat, so we push off to the other shore, trusting Him to calm each wave as it comes.