Wednesday, 28 November 2012

November is Adoption Awareness Month!


Called to adopt, later in life

Alan and Anne’s story
BY JULIE VAUGHANMARCH 15, 2011MORE SHARING SERVICESSHARE
PRINTER-FRIENDLY VERSION
With each of our adoptions, we experienced a different prompting from God . . .
Alan and Anne started out in life like many other couples. They got married, began a new life together and gave birth to four beautiful children. Life was filled with the expected busyness of a thriving family of six, but something kept tugging at their hearts – adoption.
Anne, in particular, had always been interested in adoption, and before she and Alan were married, they had agreed that it was something they both had a heart for. But for many years, the doors for adoption just didn’t seem to be opening. Before they knew it, Alan was 64, Anne was 50 and their children were growing up. But it was exactly at this point that God began to clearly lead them to adoption.
“I was doing a Bible study, reading John Ortberg’s book If You Want to Walk on Water, You’ve Got to Get Out of the Boat,” says Anne. “We’d sort of been expecting God to ‘bring a child to our front door,’ but that theme – get out of the boat, walk on water – spoke to us. We knew we had the energy and love to take on another child. So we just took that first step of faith and made that phone call to
1-877-ADOPT-07.”
After contacting BC’s Ministry of Children and Family Development, Alan and Anne began the process of exploring whether adoption was a good fit for their family – and whether they were a good fit for a waiting child.
They also received some free training through several group sessions. In these groups, they were taught about the kinds of children waiting to be adopted, as well as many of the potential challenges adoptive families face. Anne says, “Some information is intimidating, even scary, but then you’re discerning what you could and couldn’t do – ‘I know I’m not wired for . . .’ ” Through these sessions, they learned that there are many effective resources out there to help adoptive families – including post-adoption assistance, counselling, tutoring and many other sources of support.
About a year after making that initial phone call to start the adoption process, Alan and Anne brought home their first adopted child, a girl of nine years old. But this wasn’t the end of their adoption story. In a matter of five years, they would adopt a total of four children, two of whom were siblings.
“With each of our adoptions, we experienced a different prompting from God,” shares Anne. With their first child, it was the theme of listening carefully and taking that first step of faith to “get out of the boat.”
With their second and third adoptions (siblings), Alan and Anne clearly felt God impressing upon their hearts Jesus’ words in John 21:17, “Do you love Me? . . . Feed My sheep.” Fittingly, when the siblings were first introduced to them, one of the little girls handed Anne a gift she had made herself – a little sheep. Though it was a small, unknowing gesture, it was further confirmation that God was again opening the doors of adoption to their family.
Shortly thereafter, they completed a fourth adoption – another girl, nine years of age – after sensing God speaking to them through John 21:6, “Throw your net on the right side of the boat and you will find some.” Anne explains, “It was as if God was saying, If you’re wondering, just cast your net out.”
For Alan and Anne, the process of adopting wasn’t necessarily easy, but they have been impressed by the skill and expertise of their social workers through the Ministry of Children and Family Development. Through the ministry, they were able to learn about the needs of children in their own community. In fact, each of their adopted children had been living within a 10-mile radius of their own home. “We have been astounded at the crying needs right here,” says Anne. “A lot of people don’t realize how many children are right here on our doorstep. Many of these kids are praying for families each night; they’re incredibly alone in the world, and they’re right here. We always think first of orphan children overseas, but many deeply wounded children are right here in our communities.  They are our neighbours.”
Alan and Anne are upfront about the real-life challenges of parenting adoptive kids. “Many of these kids have had traumatic lives, so it’s a mission with a cost. It takes time and huge commitment ,” says Anne. Alluding to James 1:27, she makes the point: “Adoption is not always an easy road, but the Bible doesn’t say you have to heal widows and orphans – just care for them.”
Ultimately, Alan and Anne feel that their family has been deeply blessed through adoption. “These children have brought incredible joy and life into our lives, and we have become a stronger and richer family with them being part of our family. All of us have learned a lot about unconditional love, bonding and belonging to others, as well as the true meaning of family and what it means to be adopted into God's family.”
To families beginning to consider adoption, Alan and Anne suggest taking baby steps. “If there are families out there who feel this might be their call, or maybe this is their call, or you have room for a child – call. You have nothing to lose, there’s no commitment in just calling,” says Anne. They suggest that families initially not try to figure out whether they can adopt – just take those initial small steps, then wait on God's leading.
Alan and Anne also stress the importance of adoptive parents gaining as much information and training as possible, to equip themselves and to learn about the many supports available throughout their journey. They suggest taking courses, checking out adoption support websites, reading up on related issues and forming relationships with other adoptive families.
It’s no surprise that Alan and Anne are passionate advocates of adoption, especially when it comes to the Church. “If every church had one family who would adopt a child,” says Anne, “then the numbers of waiting children in our country would go dramatically down. . . . It is a good process here, and these are the children right on our doorstep. In fact, there are many children who are really wanting families, and they really do pray night after night for a family. These are the forgotten children in our culture.”

Tuesday, 27 November 2012

Engagement

A year ago on Christmas eve, a very special bulb that had long been underground sent out shoots and started blooming right in my path.  I reconnected with an old friend who I had not seen for several years.  I recognized right then and there at the door of the church that she was my special Christmas present from God.  There she was at my new church on Christmas eve with me.  A friend in the midst of my desolate heart and many strangers.  That meeting lead to a year long journey together.  We met most weeks for a late night hour over tea in her quiet living room.   In some mysterious way we were brought together to be a unique support for one another.  I needed a close-by new friend to help open up my heart in love and friendship to both myself and another.  She was on a similar journey of life pilgrimage.  For a time on this journey we have walked together.  We have encouraged one another and spoken the unsaid words already in our own hearts to each other.  She had taken a huge risk and had quit her job, gone on a three month walking pilgrimage in Spain, and joined an online dating service.  Taking time off work and meeting people on-line was way out of her comfort level.  I had taken a huge risk and was going to counselling and learning to care for myself.  We were both treading on very new and uncertain  ground.  We both often wanted to give up and retreat to places of known safety, but each week we quietly encouraged and pushed one another "further up and deeper in" on our journeys.

Almost a year has gone by.  A most wonderful man asked my friend to marry him last week.  She and her fiance are on an amazing journey and a miracle relationship of joy and love.  I am also engaged.  Significantly more engaged with life, myself and God.  Encouraged  by her joy and creative engagement with her husband-to-be, I am also enjoying fresh  new engagement with my own special and most loved husband.

Friendship and support along the way come every so often as special gifts to be cherished and unwrapped.  Our paths will soon take some different turns, but the companionship and mutual engagement with one another over this special year will always stay with us in our hearts, a surprising and life giving bloom of joy and delight.

Tulip Bulbs

Another unique birthday gift was a creative selection of tulip bulbs.  I spent some wonderful time in the sun yesterday preparing the soil and planting them.  I dug the holes deep with just a bit of bone meal sprinkled in the soil for that extra nutritious boost.  I surrounded them with broken up soft dirt and made sure there was lots of warm soil on top.  With the planting way underground it always feels like I am tucking the bulbs into bed with a big warm comforter. Just as well,  as we have already had a light layer of crunchy frost and I am a bit late in planting them.

Bulbs are among my most favourite delights.  There really is no feeling quite like tucking them away to secretly develop and surprise us with such joy and beauty in the spring after a long and cold winter.  Their round firm shape is like a secret powerhouse of beauty.  I held each bulb before planting it, feeling the smooth and full roundness.  Each one had no sign of life, but there tucked away in the soft and warm nourishing soil that will change.  Life will emerge after this time of hidden rest.

I wondered today what qualities I am tucking away in my children and family that will secretly grow and develop into such beauty emerging just when it is most needed?  I want to also encourage powerful hidden bulb qualities within myself!  May they quietly develop inside me,  preparing for life full bloom.  The great thing is that like the bulbs I planted, I know there are hidden powerhouses of beauty developing in all of us that will one day emerge unexpected as a most joyful surprise!

Monday, 26 November 2012

Salad Servers

A good friend of mine has just returned from a time in Africa where she worked at an orphanage.  We had a wonderful evening together and I soaked up her stories and experiences there.  Most interestingly to me was that the deeper stories of the personal growth in each of our lives has been very similar even though our journeys have been in very different places doing very different things.   During our meal together, my friend allowed me to chose a gift.  She had a two beautifully carved sets of salad servers.  One for me and one for her.  She wanted me to chose.  It was not an easy choice as they are both beautiful in very different ways.  I chose a beautifully carved light wooden set with giraffe heads carved in the handles.  They are proportioned so that they have a large flat spoon surface and  relatively shorter handles.  I love the feel and the proportions.  I can feel the shallow grooves where they have been carved and smoothed.  The narrow ridges  from the carving tool are still present and only add to their beauty.  This gift brings Africa and deep beauty and joy into my life.

I long to be a server in this life journey.  Sometimes I look at the different servers around me and wonder at my own shape and size.  The generous gift of these salad servers is a reminder to me that we are all different, yet useful and beautiful in our own ways.  Sometimes we may feel that our contribution is more like from a teaspoon than a salad server, but each are important in their own way.  I cherish the simplicity and form of my particular salad servers, so carefully and thoughtfully carved and shared.  May we all grow in valuing and cherishing the shape and form of our own lives, so generously created and given by God.  May we be used to serve out much kind goodness and loving delight to those around us.

Saturday, 24 November 2012

The Full Table

The time of Thanksgiving and Christmas cheer is upon us.  Lights are beginning to flicker and carols are sung on the radio.  Last week was my first Christmas dinner of the season.  We had a festive lunch at my work, complete with turkey and carols and even square dancing.   I arrived a bit late for the lunch, only to find most of the tables full.  I wandered around, looking for a spare seat, but most were taken or saved for others.  My heart sank and I felt a bit of desperation and  tightness in my throat.  Old feelings of insecurity from way back in my high school years flooded back!  Finally some friends welcomed me and pulled up a spare seat.  I was relieved.  Deep down I was shocked by the power of those old feelings of being left out.  I thought immediately of my own youngest children who waited so long to find families of their own.  They never felt like they belonged.  They did not have their own special place at the round family table.  Our youngest three had experiences of settling in other families but were soon rejected and  told that they were not quite right.

I have spoken on panels at adoption gatherings  twice in the last few weeks.  I am passionate about helping children find their place in families.  Right here in our community there are many children living in uncertainty and without special families of their own.  As you sit down to tables full with food this holiday season, remember to make sure that they are not exclusively full.  Pull up an extra chair for someone you may not know.  Remember all those around us who do not feel like they are included or belong.  Pray for all the kids in our community who are praying each night for their own family.  If you can, consider adopting a child yourself!  Regardless, be sure that those full tables always have room for one more.

The Monk's Cell

One of my oldest daughters is presently studying theology.  She has just completed a history paper about the desert fathers or monks of old.  In every time there have been people who pull away from the world to draw close to God and to empty themselves of all distractions to be more fully His vessels.   We read about those hermits who draw away to caves in the desert or those even today who live apart in communities of prayer and quiet.  The purpose is to then be able to go out into the world to more effectively care for others and to support others in hidden but powerful prayer.  I often read of one woman of old who was an anchorite, living in one room all her life.  People flocked to her window to receive her love and counsel and even today her words are read and give sustenance and faith to others.

We can learn from these people who have drawn apart from the world for a time to be vessels of light and open emptiness for God.  I think we were given the Sabbath day as a gift to rest and declutter and refill.  At universities professors are encouraged to take one year off out of every seven to step back and refill after all the years of giving out.  We all know the healing that can come in times of re creation and rest.

Those who have walked through the clutter of my home know that I am not someone who finds it easy to declutter by myself.  One of my sons has a gift of helping me to empty and restore my home with me so that there is room for us all to move and enjoy the space together.

I have set time apart this year to have someone help me declutter my heart.  In some ways it has felt that for an hour a week I go to a lovely little cell to help open up my heart and life so that I have room to breathe and move.  Like the monks of old, it has involved my body, mind and spirit together.  It has not always been easy and has involved pain and struggle. Throughout my days I have made room for the monk's cell in my life.  I have consciously retreated there often in the midst of my outwardly full life.  It has not always been full of stillness and light and love, but as gradually I have had help to declutter, I am feeling more light and spacious and more deeply in love with God.  We are wired to be people in relationship with one another and with God.  In that relationship I have needed someone to help me untangle some of the knots in my cluttered heart.  I am thankful for the monk's cell of my heart and soul and body in the midst of life these days.

I encourage us all to take time to be in the stillness of our souls.  Get help with the decluttering if you need it. Today a friend of mine is moving to a lovely and more spacious home of light and wide open view.  May we consciously be grounded in these body homes of ours and open up the light and wide open view within our hearts.  The anchorite, Julian of Norwich, sings her refrain.  All will be well.  And all manner of things will be well.  Rest in the loving womb of our Mother God.  God is good and draws us in the cover and refuge of his feathers, sheltering us under His wings in rest.  (Psalm 91:4 and Matthew 23:37)

Thursday, 22 November 2012

My Matrix

Matrix is a term with loaded meaning for me.  Its original meaning is from the Latin word mater or mother and implies womb.  I love the close linking of the ideas of mother and womb.  I want to be a person of warmth and loving protection for others in this often scarey and cold world.  A matrix also can imply an organizational connection or web.  Certainly my life often appears to me as a rather involved and complicated web of connections and relationships creating a rather delightful whole!  The classic movie Matrix was also loaded with meaning and interest for me!  One of my favourites!

The Matrix I am thinking about today in relation to all these meanings is my car!  I love my Toyota Matrix!  As many of our older kids have moved away, I now drive my little sporty and peppy Matrix.  It feels like a sports car to me after years of driving a big van.  It can still carry four kids and a dog cage.   The seats move down and  with the hatchback it can be filled with bikes and even a large and rather bulky Mulholland stander for my kids at work.

My Matrix is a place of protection and interconnection and even adventure for me and my kids these days.  We are often together in the car and it is a place of fun and often very good conversation.  Often  important words are spoken in the car where I have a captive audience and direct eye contact does not  threaten.

I have lots of time to think in my Matrix as I drive along the highway heading up the Fraser River on my way from my community to where I work.  I often ponder an analogy that has been so helpful to me over this last year.  A counsellor spoke to us at a staff education day.  With little toy cars in her hands, she encouraged us to remember to be sure to "drive our own cars!"  So often as I care for kids and families facing many challenges, it is easy to feel responsible for helping to lighten their load.  Many of us experience anxiety and burnout.    Even more with my own children, I often lean over to attempt to drive their lives!  I can get so involved directing and driving the lives or cars of others that I forget about my own car.  Sometimes I end up being the one to crash!  Often it is easier to try to drive the lives of others than my own.  Though I feel comfortable and excited about my little Matrix car, my own skin is not always as easy to settle down and rest in.   I need to remind myself that I have been given the great gift of my own self to drive in through this life.  It is the one life I have been given .  My first responsibility must be to settle down in my own skin and be responsible to drive this one life that is mine.  I can give help to others and receive help too, but I do need to stay at the wheel of my own life and let those around me have the responsibility for their own lives.  As a parent I need to increasingly help my kids take responsibility for their own lives without me always leaning out the window of my life to grab hold of their steering wheels and direct them!  Even when my kids need more guidance and direction, I need to keep coming back to my own car.  I want to be a safe womb and place of love and care for myself as well as for the matrix of those others around me!