It’s been a wild couple of weeks.
John was excited to be hired to teach in the Newport News Public School system. He’s been commuting an hour to an hour and a half back and forth to Great Bridge since we got married. He’s been a great sport about it and he has LOVED Great Bridge High School…but 3 hours of commuting time + 6 kids + grad school + me for a wife + dogs, cats and rodents + yard work + home stuff + church + friends = whoa, man. Those extra hours are going to be life changing.
NNPS assured John that he would have a high school position but…middle school kept calling. Middle school is not his forte and frankly, no one’s favorite.
But John said this to the Lord, “I’m all in. Whatever your plan for me is, I’m all in. If it’s middle school, Lord, I will go and teach middle school.” He may have even prayed this prayer with fear and trembling.
And then he put action to his words and accepted an interview at a middle school.
He went to the interview and he liked the principal and he liked the building and he totally surreneded. “Okay, Lord. I’m ready to go where you send me.”
On the way home, he, with a grateful and fairly happy heart, prayed again, “Lord, where you send me, I will go. I surrender to your will.”
The phone LITERALLY rang that moment and he got an interview at Denbigh High School. It’s 15 minutes from our house and he doesn’t even have to travel down 17. (Anyone who is local knows the importance of this.) It’s the place he most wanted to be. The interview went great and the job is his.
On June 11th, I posted this: Peace In Disappointment, all about our surrender of our big dream of international adoption.
We had been wrestling with it, literally, for more than a year.
I could not reconcile this great desire for this Biblically recommended thing and the simple facts that the doors were not opening. It caused so much angst (I hate that word, but it fits) in my soul. Foster agencies didn’t like that we had a house full of people and would work with us when some of our older kids moved out. Another agency discouraged us from the beginning because we really wanted to choose a waiting child, and they kept pressuring us to get all the finances done first. That same agency was inconsistent with their advice and just left us uneasy. No peace and God’s plans have a supernatural peace all over them.
So, we laid it down.
I read a blog (or a Facebook article or maybe just a post?) about a disabled mom in a wheelchair. She and her husband had adopted several times from overseas and every time, only her husband traveled. Truly, our main issue with the whole thing was both of us being away from the littles for so long and my health. I simply can’t manage international travel right now.
But wait. Only ONE parent needs to travel?
I confirmed it with an agency and tentatively asked about this little beauty I’d seen on Reeces Rainbow.
The agency cheerfully said, “YES! One parent is FINE and we would love to tell you more about ‘Shyla’.”
I told them all about us, how busy our house is, how full it is and how I have fibromyalgia. “Okay!” she said, brightly, “Here’s all the info and the paperwork to get you started!”
We sent it in. She sent us COMMITMENT PAPERS specific to ‘Shyla’ so that she would be our daughter and we would need to hustle to get all of our i’s dotted and our t’s crossed.
She told us her name- Sylvia…and the fact that she goes exclusively by Sissy. Oh my heart. This is OUR daughter. She showed us a video and I don’t speak Bulgarian but I caught one word- musika…She likes music. And in the photo, behind Sissy’s are big pink poodles, just like Lila had all over her nursery as an infant. She turns three in August…wouldn’t it be amazing if we could celebrate her fourth birthday with her at home?
We love her. The kids love her. They’ve been praying for the past year that God would “help the orphans find families and please God, let one find OUR family.”
We are honored that God is trusting us with this.
There are fees galore and lots of red tape to come. We will rely fully on fundraising and grants but we trust God to provide.
We have named her Sylvia the name her first parents gave her when they gave her life Grace because the grace of God is covering her and us and this whole thing Virginia after a beloved member of John’s family, his great aunt Carter the name we give her as she comes into her second life.
Help us bring Sissy home here. There is no amount too small or too large. If money is left over, it’ll be donated to Reece’s Rainbow to help other families bring their children home. If our adoption fails and our place in Sissy’s life was just to love her and pray for her from here, the money raised will go towards her adoption still. We can give specifically to her through our agency.
Every penny of these funds will go to the orphan crisis one way or another.
The cost is high, though not as high as adoption from some countries and not as high as through other agencies. We see it like this- it’s a ransom for our daughter’s life.
She has no future in Bulgaria. She has some special needs. We expect she will flourish with therapies and quality medical treatment here with us. But in Bulgaria, she will just decline. There are not the resources to get her what she needs there. She will stay in foster care until she is “too old” then she will move to a children’s home. When she ages out of there, it’s off to pass the rest of her life in an institution.
I believe God has better things for her.
Being in this place of surrender feels right and it feels peaceful. I know that this is God’s plan and God’s course for our life and we are going, full speed ahead until, she is home.
Help us make this miracle happen!
Sylvia Grace Virginia Carter