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We are honored and humbled to share our story because
God is writing it for us.
Since there are so many newbies poking around
I thought I would share our Glory Story.
It was first posted on January 3rd of this year.
(And as of Monday night over 550 people
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Before bed each night we pray with our kids. Moses always wants to pray he doesn't have bad dreams. Meadow usually wants to pray for her babies or her Mimi. T wants to know what we are doing tomorrow and is then thankful for whatever that is. M always has a long list of people, animals and superheros.
One evening in October Meadow surprised us all when she requested we pray for her baby sister. I promptly explained she did
not have a baby sister. There are boys as far as we can see - no sister in sight.
But she persisted.
Every night for almost a week she wanted to pray for her baby sister. Nothing we said could convince her otherwise. (Yes, we tried to talk our kid
out of praying for something. We made Jesus proud.) William and I grew a little more freaked out each night and he made the next available appointment for the big snip surgery. For real.
What's In A Name?
The
first referral we received from the DRC was a little boy name Gradi. Gradi is about 4 or 5 years old and we planned to give him the name Malachi - first or middle - it would have been his choice.
Gradi went home to live with his uncle in February and the name Malachi came off our future-Wallace-babes-list.
In March when we met the mother of
our foster boys (prior to meeting
them), she pulled two photos out of her purse - one of each of them - and told us their names. Guess what M's name is?!?! We got our Malachi. (For the time being anyway:-)
Then there is
the story of the two Moses'. I still find it no coincidence that
I have a four year old little boy named Moses and there is
another woman with a four year old little boy named Moise on the other side of the planet. For some reason he and his mother were brought into our lives and we're still trying to figure out what that reason is.
After we
lost our referral for Moise, we decided to take a break from international adoption. We were, and still are, tired.
Shortly after determining we needed a break a few folks contacted me suggesting certain agencies or waiting child lists. I kindly blew them off.
All but one.
One email
from a stranger included information about a waiting baby girl, and I almost hit delete, but then I saw her name. Glory.
Do you see that list up there?! That name, dead center?!
Glory is the name we had chosen for our next little girl.
Oh. S%*#.
I responded with my schpeel. We have been
in the process for almost four years, lost two referrals this year, we are tired, yada-yada-yada.
But. I. couldn't. get. Glory. out. of. my. mind.
I decided to do what is
anti my personality. To
not pursue her. Instead, I prayed. Specifically I prayed if Glory is ours, the nice stranger woman
would email ME. Not the other way around.
I thought surely she would be gone. Who has healthy waiting baby girls? Surely someone would step forward for her, right?
Nine days later, the nice stranger woman sent me a message. Glory was still waiting.
I went to William, explained my prayer
and that it had been answered. We decided to pray some more.
Pursuing Glory would mean starting over financially. From the beginning. The very beginning. Like $20,000 ago.
In order to get to the point of accepting Glory as our referral, we would need $11,000. So we prayed for God to give us a financial sign.
A few days later I finally had a chance to sit down and add up our Show Hope grant, Lifesong Foundation account (from our
Both Hands project) and our savings. To our surprise it came to $10,885. Pretty close to $11,000 right?
Then, as we were getting ready for bed I emptied my pockets to find two checks from friends who had come over
that day to purchase last minute Christmas gifts.
$11,000.
And that, my friends, is a sign.
Confirmation to pursue this little girl we never even would have considered.
So here we are. In God's story. Waiting for Glory while He shows us His. Never having dreamed we would be here. Knowing we would never have chosen here on our own but so thankful for where God has us.
I don't know your story, but I pray you find peace in knowing that He is not a part ofyour story but you are a part of His.
