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It’s round 2 of  “7 Quick Takes Friday” for me. Well, technically it should be round 3, but I missed last week, as I am crazy busy right now with pre-travel errands (which accounts for my abysmal blogging habits!).

But just think of all the long, rambling thoughts I can corral into blog posts while being cooped up on a plane for 20 hours! Won’t next month be FUUUUUN??!?!

Ahem…moving on…

So what are 7 random things happening in my world this week?

— 1 —

Vaccine frustration. A word of warning to other people preparing for international travel: do not schedule two live vaccines within thirty days of each other. Apparently, they cancel each other out. (Who knew? Not me, obviously!)

Last week, I learned this lesson the hard way when the travel clinic refused to give me the Yellow Fever vaccine because I’d had an MMR booster three weeks ago. So much for spacing out my shots! I did it all the wrong way. Now, I have to go back next week for the Yellow Fever shot, and I’ll barely have time to take it before our trip (because you need proof of having taken the Yellow Fever vaccine at least 12 days before you arrive in Ethiopia).

So learn from my mistakes, everyone! Start your shots well in advance of your trip (several months in advance for some of them!), and save yourself the gas money for repeated clinic visits.

— 2 —

I just read a really cool article on “Creating a Culture of Adoption in Your Church.” Rather than reading my editorializing about it, why not check it out?  =)

— 3 —

Can I just take a moment to re-plug the book, Playful Parenting? Last week, I visited my high-spirited, four-year-old niece who is currently in a phase of refusing to hug me for no discernible reason. As it turns out, this book discusses that very same scenario (when the author’s niece continually refuses to hug him). Obviously, hug refusal is no big deal (after all, four-year-olds get all kinds of strange whims!), but I thought I might engage in my own little social experiment, trying out some of the book’s techniques to see if they worked.

So I played with my niece on and off that night, using various techniques described in the book. And lo and behold, as she’s getting ready to leave (and mind you, I hadn’t said a thing to her about hugging or not hugging), she turns to me and says, “I want to hug my family!” and runs straight over to give me a hug.

My sister (the mother of my niece) bought this book that very night.  =)  Good stuff here, people!

— 4 —

I just spent a ridiculous amount of money at Wal-Mart. Like a feed-several-hungry-families-for-a-month level of ridiculousness. Why, you ask? What could possibly justify this expenditure?

Because I am a lousy traveler. A terrible traveler, in fact. The type of person who gets hopelessly internally jacked up if I so much as venture outside of city limits.

Soon (so very, very soon!), I will be traveling to Africa. For a month. (Proof yet again of God’s marvelous sense of humor!)

Hence, I bought at least two of every item in the Wal-Mart pharmacy. I felt a little like a modern-day Noah…but with Irritable Bowel Syndrome. Charming.

— 5 —

Any sage advice for how to entertain two children on a 20-hour airline flight? Suggestions are welcome. As are donations of baby Benadryl. As are prayers. Thanks.

— 6 —

I think I’ve finally figured out our homeschool curriculum. (For now, anyway.)

This was a tough call because of the unique ELL (English Language Learner) aspect of our homeschooling, as well as the complete dearth of information we have about our daughter’s educational background. My guess is she’s had no formal education. However, I know (based on what others who have interacted with her have told me) that she’s very smart and a quick learner. Therefore, I’ve decided to start with preschool level activities and move up from there. I think we’ll actually move them through pretty quickly.

For workbooks, I went with Rod and Staff. They’re extremely reasonably priced and contain all the same kinds of activities as the other preschool workbooks I looked at but for less than half the cost. I also ordered Teach Your Child to Read in 100 Easy Lessons, which I’ve read many rave reviews of, and Before Five In A Row, whose literature-based approach appeals to the former English major in me. Plus, since internationally adopted children tend to acquire language much the same way as babies do (and not like bilingual learners), exposing our kids to classic children’s literature (as we would do with any child) seems a logical way to pursue language development.

And I’m glad I saved on the language curricula because I splurged on the kindergarten Saxon Math set. Not cheap, but I really like the visual and kinesthetic aspects of Saxon Math, especially with all the manipulatives, and feel like this would be particularly well suited for a non-English speaker. Plus, they’re the kinds of activities (counters, clocks, etc.) that we can use over and over again with both children.

From what I’ve heard, DD is also quite musical, so I hunted down a great ebay deal on a Music for Little Mozarts kit. Since this kit is aimed at pre-readers, I’m hoping that will help us skirt around the language difference, too.

Finally, even though our son is still a little guy (way younger than preschool age), I got the book, Slow And Steady, Get Me Ready, for activity ideas to use with him. It outlines 260 weekly, age-appropriate developmental activities to use with children from birth to age 5 (and is also helpful for older children with special needs and developmental delays). I’d never heard of this book before I stumbled across it, but it seems like it would also make a great shower gift for first-time moms.

Of course, the reality is that upon returning from Africa, I will probably be lucky to shower regularly and sleep a few hours a night, much less create a beautiful, productive home-learning environment! But hey–a girl can dream, right?! And in the meantime, showering and sleeping are necessary life skills that I will somehow work into the curricula!

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My bedroom is now painted (tah-dah!). This is due to my Herculean painting effort my husband’s hard work. Way to go, husband! You’re the best! Now I just have to change out the bed linen and see how it looks all put together.

Because, you know, it’s not like I have anything other than decorating to be working on…  😉

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When I first started researching adoption, reading people’s adoption blogs felt like touring the ideal American childhood.

Smiling photos were plastered across each page. Happy children posed with costumed characters at Disney World. Kiddies raced around playgrounds, romped with the family dog, splashed in swimming pools. Everything was gleaming and grinning and golden with sunshine.

It didn’t take much time to figure out that the idyllic veneer of these blogs was just that–an “idyll,” which in the literal Greek means a “little picture.”

A little picture appealing and full of charm, no doubt, but ultimately a mere glimpse of a much broader image.

Viewing page after page of flawlessly dressed, endlessly smiling tikes, I remember thinking to myself, “As much as I’d like to believe this, there has to be more to adopting than Disney World and happily ever after!”

Of course, this focus on the cute and cuddly aspects of family is hardly unique to adoptive families. Pretty much everyone tries to put their best feet forward, to hold up glossy images of family life to the world around them. But the stakes are raised for adoptive parents. Especially for conspicuous adoptive families (like transracial families), the pressure to serve as a kind of goodwill ambassador for adoption weighs heavily on the family’s shoulders. After all, the vast majority of adoptive parents, even those who have experienced difficult adoptions, are still very much pro-adoption and don’t want to discourage others from adopting. Yet for those families considering adoption, it can feel frustrating when you seek information about potential problems from real-life adoptive parents and encounter only pictures of happy-shiny Mouseketeers.

However, I’m pleased to report that I’m finding more and more adoptive parents sharing both the good and the difficult aspects of adoption in a way that is still respectful of their children. So I wanted to link to a few of those folks today. Their honesty is refreshing and helpful, and I’m thankful to have stumbled across their websites.

  • Lisa at “A Bushel And A Peck” has written many excellent posts about growing attachment with her older adopted children. As she recommends, “If you want to adopt older children, be ready to lay down your pride and abandon yourself to love. It will be different than you think; better in some ways and much harder in others.” She describes both the “better” and the “harder” with grace, and I’ve learned a great deal from her willingness to share.
  • Despite the fact that my friend, Jenny (of Journey To My Ethiopian Twins!), has barely had time to unpack her suitcase upon her return from Ethiopia, she’s written some very helpful posts about life immediately after adopting. Particularly valuable to me is her description of her time in Ethiopia and what life with twin four-year-olds has been like for their first two weeks in America.
  • Jillian (at …rooted in love) adopted two older boys from Ethiopia, and her list of what she didn’t know before adopting (versus what she’s learned now) is enlightening, courageous, and honest to the core.
  • CoffeeMom (at Another Espresso Please) recently adopted an older daughter from Ethiopia and records their family’s first steps on their attachment journey with simple eloquence.




So my gratitude goes out to all these adoptive families willing to share their stories. Thank you for giving us a glimpse of the big picture of adoptive family life beyond the little picture of Disney World bliss.


Photos from lyng883 and ShaSu.


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I like Jen‘s idea of “7 Quick Takes Friday”–essentially, a casual post about those random things (say, 7 random things!) that have been floating around in your head but that are not the stuff of a full post. I decided to kick off Friday on my new blog by trying it out!

— 1 —

Why you should not catastrophize (not a real word, I know, but it should be!) whatever unpleasant situation you’re going through: this week, I was thinking to myself, “Man, I am so stressed out! There are so many crazy things going on right now, and I have so little time to deal with all of them! The only thing that could make my life crazier right now is some out-of-the-blue crazy incident, like getting jury duty.”

Guess what showed up in the mail yesterday? Yes, in a heinous example of self-fulfilling prophecy, I was summoned for federal jury duty.

YOU. HAVE. GOT. TO. BE. KIDDING. ME.

Of course, I will be out of the country the entire time of the proposed jury duty. So, now, my existing TOVUP (Tower Of Very Unpleasant Paperwork) has a new addition: writing letters and gathering evidence to excuse myself from jury duty.

Note to self: do not, I repeat do not, start thinking, “You know, the only other crazy thing that could happen right now is a car accident!”

— 2 —

I’m trying to select homeschool curriculum for our children. While this decision is not particularly pressing because of their young ages, I’d love to hear suggestions from those who have been there, done that. So do any homeschoolers of internationally adopted children out there have curriculum advice? Anything particularly helpful (or not helpful) for you? Curriculum need not be Christian in nature.

— 3 —

Has anyone successfully used Skype in Ethiopia? Thoughts? Suggestions?

— 4 —

My husband and I just had a conversation about the proper way to use this. Seriously.

(Open and close your mouth awkwardly like a gasping fish? Or nod your head vigorously like a bobble-head doll?)

Not that we own one. In fact, I can’t believe that anyone even buys these! How on earth could these work?! I’d rather spend my money on a ShamWow (although I won’t, thanks), but at least that probably does something!

Note to the Neckline Slimmer: I am not convinced by your before and after pictures.

— 5 —

I’m over halfway through the book, Playful Parenting, and I really like it. Excellent tips for how to deal with rowdy children, children overly interested in violent play, standoffish children, etc. Love the fact that there are actual, concrete ideas in here that people can immediately use.

I would encourage any parent, adoptive or otherwise, to check it out–especially if you’re the type of parent who wants to get down on the floor and play with your kids but is sometimes befuddled by exactly what you’re supposed to be doing down there on the floor!

— 6 —

My mastery of the Amharic language (the main language of Ethiopia) has now expanded from a handful of words to two handfuls. Gobez! Progress continues slowly but surely.

— 7 —

I am about to start painting my bedroom. In a strange coincidence, I noticed that both of the paint colors I’ve picked out (ceiling and floor) have sky-related names. Still weirder: both sky-related names are not happy-sunshiny sky-related. More like ambiguously-negative-and-possibly-threatening sky-related.

My ceiling will be “Pensive Sky.” That one’s not so bad. “Pensive” suggests a certain kind of melancholy but nothing too dreadful. Maybe a lazy, oversleeping kind of melancholy.

But the wall color name?  “Dark Storm Cloud.” Yikes. I will be sleeping in the middle of a dark storm cloud for the next few years. I feel like I am tempting fate (jury summons style!) with this paint color name, but I just have to hope that the paint name is not some kind of self-fulfilling prophecy!

(On a related note, who selects these paint names, anyway?! “Dark storm cloud” reminds me of a Biblical plague! What’s next? “Rapacious Locust Green”? “Unhealed Boils Pink”?! Ewww…)


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This is the final installment of my 3-part interview.

(Read Part 1 and Part 2 before this section, or risk serious confusion!)

Q: What kind of life expectancy do your children have?

The beautiful thing about this question is I don’t have an exact answer for you. At least not in the way that people with HIV/AIDS used to get answers — answers along the lines of “you have a few months.” Or one year. Or a few years. Now, treatment is getting so much better, medical advancements are occurring so rapidly, that the medical community just doesn’t know for sure how to quantify life expectancy.

The best general answer for HIV-positive people on medication is now “near normal lifespan.” Which amazes me. I mean, how often is HIV still thought of as the worst possible disease you could get? And yet, in reality, HIV is not a death sentence but a chronic, manageable disease, one that’s often considered more treatable than Type 1 diabetes. In fact, one recent study projects that a 20-year-old HIV-positive person starting antiretroviral (ARV) therapy today can expect to live, on average, to the age of 69.

Why don’t more people know this?! I’m not sure, except that it’s perhaps a testament to the power of stigma — stigma that needs to be done away with, once and for all.

Q: What kinds of reactions do you get when people hear that you’re adopting HIV-positive children?

I will misappropriate a metaphor here because it describes so well what people’s first reactions typically are: “shock and awe.”

Shock is usually the predominant reaction, as most people simply have no idea that adoption of children with HIV is possible or that anyone would want to do it. The (largely) unspoken question that arises most frequently is “Why would you want to adopt a child who is going to die?” Of course, my husband and I know that with access to medical treatment here in the U.S., our children most likely will not die but live long, relatively healthy lives. Yet the vast majority of people, even educated people, are unaware of the facts about HIV and HIV treatment, and are thus simply stunned by the thought of adopting children with HIV.

Of course, there are those few people whose shock turns nasty. I’ve read plenty of blisteringly awful comments on the internet, but thankfully, we’ve had to deal with very little deliberate vitriol in real life. Because so many people are ignorant about the facts of HIV, most negativity we’ve encountered about adopting HIV-positive children stems simply from ignorance, not from prejudice. For example, “Could your child infect my child in school/at the playground/etc.?” (No. HIV cannot be transmitted through hugging, kissing, touching, sharing toys or objects, etc. Unless our children are doing IV drugs together on the swingset, transmission is simply not possible.) “Won’t you be a burden on the taxpayers?” (No. Before you’re allowed to adopt, parents must document their financial situations in full and prove that their health insurance will cover their children.) And so on. We’re always happy to inform people of the truth because it should alleviate their concerns. However, when people choose not to believe the truth, when stigma overrides fact, evidence, and all the best medical science of the last two decades, it can be frustrating.

Also frustrating, but in a different sort of way, is the “awe” reaction that we often get. In a sense, it’s just as uncomfortable as the shock reaction. Once people hear that we’re adopting children with HIV, most folks then view our adoption as some kind of extraordinary act. Even after we’ve educated them about HIV and how we’re not adopting children that will die in a year, people still react with amazement and a gush of, “Oh, I could never do that!” — as if my husband and I must be made of some stern stuff beyond the average mortal.

This could not be further from the truth! We are ordinary people — not wealthy, not powerful or influential, not even especially pious or exceptionally faithful. (I am no Mother Theresa, I assure you — and my husband would no doubt assure you of that, as well!) Rather, as I see it, we are ordinary people to whom God presented an extraordinary opportunity. And we ran with it.

Which is not to say that we’ve always run the race smoothly and straightly. While I have never doubted our call to adoption, throughout this process I have regularly doubted God about how the details would ever work out! Even when He has given me ample evidence of His faithfulness, I often find myself like the father of the spirit-possessed boy in Mark 9, crying out to Jesus, “I do believe; help my unbelief!”

And, thank God, He always does. Over and over again, He has shown us that we can rest easy in His character and how He wants us to live: fearlessly. “And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him…There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear” (I John 14:16 & 8a).

Q: Are there any final thoughts you’d like to leave us with?

If my husband and I — everyday people who believe, yet too often need help with their unbelief! — have managed to stay the course, why not others?

More than anything else, I would like this interview to be an encouragement to other ordinary believers to pursue the extraordinary opportunities God presents them with. If that’s adopting a child with HIV, wonderful! But even if it’s not, even if your journey has nothing to do with adoption or orphaned children, my prayer is that you would feel encouraged to follow it.

Because I’ve learned that while perfect faithfulness should be what we all aspire to, one-foot-in-front-of-the-other faithfulness is often the best I can give, and thankfully, it’s often enough. You do not need to be extraordinary; you just need to keep going. As I daily remind myself, I may not know where the path I walk is headed, I may be fearful along the way, but I know Who walks beside me. And all roads walked in faithfulness lead to Him.


Photos from A L E M U S H and plastic nico.


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This is part 2 of my interview, continued from yesterday’s post.

Q: At the end of Part 1 you were saying that when the idea of adopting HIV- positive children first came to mind, you tried to forget about it. What happened next?

I tried to thrust it out of my mind, but I couldn’t. The idea of adopting a child with HIV clung to me. Finally, the sheer persistence of these thoughts lead me to bring up the subject with my husband. I told him I was uncertain about the idea but asked him to pray about it. He agreed (albeit somewhat reluctantly). We prayed about it ourselves for a while before approaching the rest of our family and friends asking them to join us in prayer.

Remember what I spoke about last time, when I said that the idea of adopting an older child really freaked out our friends and family? Well, “hit the fan” does not even begin to describe the reaction when we asked friends and family to pray about us adopting a child with HIV. Suffice it to say that some people were extremely upset. Nevertheless, we persisted in asking them to pray for wisdom and discernment for us, that we would all discern God’s will, no matter what it was. And, to their credit, they did pray for God’s will to be revealed to us all…although surely that wouldn’t include a child with HIV, right?!

After months — at least eight months that we all spent praying, talking, and researching — we realized that God’s will was not for us to adopt a child with HIV…it was for us to adopt two children with HIV. In February, we went back to our adoption agency where our application had been on hold and requested only HIV-positive siblings. We had a referral within a few weeks, and it’s been a blissful, crazy, frustrating, wonderful whirlwind ever since.

All that to say that I truly believe that Essayas was a part of God’s plan for our adoption, though not in the way we had first thought. Now, looking back, I can see how God used him to open our family’s eyes to the beauty and potential of adopting a child that was not “the norm,” not a little girl as young and healthy as possible. Because if we had come straight out of the gate saying, “We’re going to adopt siblings! Older siblings! And one’s a boy! And they both have HIV!” I don’t know that our family would have ever come around. Heck, my husband and I wouldn’t even have considered that kind of situation when we were first exploring adoption. I’m afraid we all would’ve been too paralyzed by fear to use the power, love, and sound minds that God had given us!

But God used Essayas to open our eyes and help us break from our fears. First, it was openness to gender — maybe we could adopt a boy and not just a girl like we’d always thought. Then, maybe, we could adopt an older child. Piece by piece, as we kept praying and seeking God’s plan for our family — even though it was painful seeking! — we could feel God stretching our minds and hearts to accept, and eventually desire, things we had never even conceived of on our own.

And now we are so blessed to be welcoming a precious brother and sister into our family! They are gorgeous and joyful and seem to have such sweet spirits. We can’t wait to meet them and bring them home soon!

And happily, my husband and I are not the only people who can’t wait to meet them. Our entire family and all our close friends have rallied around us in a way that can only be described as miraculous. We knew that disclosure was going to be a big issue for us, but after much prayer and thought, we decided to be completely open with people about the children’s HIV status. And people have been amazingly supportive — not merely tolerant but thoroughly excited to meet these children and play a part in their lives. The support we’ve received has been astounding and humbling and beyond what we could have ever wished for, even in our wildest dreams.

A year ago, when I was sunk in despondency over our loss of Essayas, I wouldn’t even have been able to imagine where God would take us — and whom He would take us to! — in the months that followed. It’s been one of the most emotionally painful years of my life, but suffice it to say that I have learned anew that God’s ways are not my ways, His thoughts are not my thoughts, and He often uses the most unlikely of vessels — 12-year-old boys, for instance! — to display the surpassing greatness of His power. Praise the Lord!

Q: Do you worry about contracting HIV from your children?

No. Despite persistent myths to the contrary, HIV is actually fairly difficult to contract. HIV has never been transferred through casual contact or everyday household interactions. You can share toilets, eating utensils, toys, food, and drinks, with zero worry about transmission.

(For perspective, the risk even through sexual contact is far smaller than people think. A single episode of unprotected vaginal intercourse with an HIV-infected person presents a risk of 1 per 500 to 1000 [0.1 – 0.2%].)

Plus, once our children are on medication, the levels of HIV in their bodies will likely be so low as to be undetectable. On average, only one week after beginning HAART (highly active antiretroviral therapy), 90% of all HIV in the body is gone; within one month, 99% is gone. And as these levels of HIV in the body lower, so, too, does the risk of transmission.

Nevertheless, we intend to follow universal precautions with our children. Though these precautions are overly cautious, we want to teach our children to be careful when handling blood, both for others’ sakes and their own. Most workplaces now require the use of universal precautions, so this is an important life skill, in addition to a precautionary measure.

Q: What about health insurance? Will your kids be covered?

Yes. There are essentially two facets to this question: does insurance cover HIV? And does insurance cover adopted children? First, regarding HIV, if you are on an employer-sponsored group health insurance policy (and we are), your insurance company is required by law to cover HIV. However, individual policies are not always required to cover HIV. If you’re not on a group policy, you’d need to check with your insurance company to see if you’re covered.

As to the second part of the question, in most situations, it’s required that insurance companies cover adopted children in the same way as biological children. There are a few rare exceptions, though, and you need to check with your individual insurance company for details. (For more info, check out this article and this article.)

Q: What are some good resources for people who want to know more about adopting HIV-positive children?

Project HOPEFUL is a good place to start. It’s a nonprofit whose mission is to encourage, educate, and enable parents adopting children with HIV/AIDS. Chances by Choice is another nonprofit with a similar mission. They also features a list of specific waiting children with HIV; the “Angels With HIV” section of Reece’s Rainbow also features bios and photos of waiting children.

Also, the websites Positively Orphaned and Positively Adopted both serve as excellent compendiums of interviews, blogs, websites, news stories, and medical reports related to the adoption of children with HIV.

Most of all, if you feel drawn to the idea of HIV+ adoption but overwhelmed by the enormity of the HIV/AIDS epidemic or by the sheer number of orphaned children throughout the world, let me encourage you not to let your research overwhelm you. As Edward Everett Hale’s words remind us, “I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. What I can do, I should do and, with the help of God, I will do.”

To be continued in Part 3


Photos from * hiro008 and jonrawlinson.


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Several weeks ago, I met a very neat lady named Jennifer. As we chatted, I discovered that she’s a blogger (a real blogger, one who actually writes regularly and has a dedicated audience–as opposed to a faux blogger like me, who will keep this blog for probably a week and will be lucky if my mom reads it!). Jennifer’s blog, Conversion Diary, chronicles her journey from atheism to Christianity but also includes snippets of everyday life (like her ceaseless troubles with scorpions and the joys of life with four children under the age of five!). In fact, I’d run across Jen’s blog months before I’d run across her, and I’d remembered her blog because it had struck me as unusually thoughtful and well-written (even the scorpion parts!).

Thus, when she asked me to write an interview about our adoption for her blog, I was happy to oblige. Or mostly happy. Of course, the realistic part of me knew that no matter what I said or how I said it, a few people would misconstrue my words and insist on picking apart my soul laid bare. (And, as expected, that happened.) However, I decided to go ahead with the interview because I believed that ultimately, the good of doing the interview would outweigh the bad. And, happily, that also happened.  =)

So, for my first post on this blog, I thought I’d repost my own interview (even though posting your own interview seems oddly self-referential, but oh well–that’s blogging for you!). As you’ll quickly notice upon reading the interview, it’s by no means a comprehensive look at our adoption or our children. Jen asked me specifically to talk about adopting HIV+ children, so that’s the aspect of our adoption that I confined my discussion to. Believe it or not (and those of you who have adopted before will believe it!), there are so many more complicated pieces to our story, so many aspects of our adoption that I never even touched on. But I am happy to highlight this particular aspect of our adoption, in the hopes that more folks will realize that children with HIV can be adopted and that more prospective adoptive families will consider this option as they’re contemplating adoption.

And now, without further ado, Part 1 of the interview.


Q: Let’s start by talking about your discernment. How did your faith play a role in all this? Did you go into the adoption process intending to adopt HIV-positive children?

No. When we first set out to adopt internationally, the thought of adopting a child with HIV never once occurred to us. (In fact, I don’t think we even knew that adoption of HIV-positive children was possible.) Much the opposite, our very first thoughts about adopting a child were so common that the international adoption world has an acronym for it: AYAHAP. As Young And Healthy As Possible.

That’s still what the majority of adoptive parents end up requesting: a single baby, preferably a girl, as young as possible and with no known health issues. But pretty quickly after God set us on the journey of international adoption, we realized the AYAHAP path was not the path for us.

Q: So how did you go from requesting a single baby girl, as young and healthy as possible, to adopting two siblings, a brother and sister, ages 2 and 6, both HIV-positive?

Strangely enough, it was God working through a 12-year-old boy — a boy whom we’ve never met and likely will never meet — that truly opened our eyes (and hearts) and changed our path.

For the sake of this interview, I’ll call this boy “Essayas.” That’s not his real name, but it’s a most appropriate substitute. In Amharic (the main language of Ethiopia), the name “Essayas” means “God’s helper.”

So we’ll get to “God’s helper” in a moment. But first, God chose to speak to me directly.


At the beginning of 2008, I had an epiphany. I don’t know any way to describe it other than that, and I’m grateful that the English language contains the perfect word for it: epiphany, “a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.”

One day last year, I was working at my desk in my home office (a most commonplace occurrence), when I suddenly had a flash of insight — not about my work but about my life. As I was lost in thought, it was as if God gave me an unexpected glimpse of the big picture of my life, of the essential meaning of things. And I knew, abruptly and immediately knew, that international adoption was meant to be a part of our lives, that my husband and I were being called to adopt children.

I realize this might sound bizarre or flaky or just downright unbelievable, but that’s exactly what happened. I can’t think of a single other instance in my life where I’ve had a comparable experience, yet I knew then (and still know) beyond all doubt that we are supposed to pursue international adoption, that it’s a part of God’s plan for our family.

Now, I just had to convince everyone else of this sudden insight! When my husband came home from work that day, I told him about my experience. And though he was very surprised (we were, after all, comfortably childless and completely content with our lives), he agreed to at least think and pray about the possibility. I didn’t say much more about it but just waited and prayed. Soon, after his own share of prayer and thought about the idea, he arrived at the same conclusion.

And then, the adoption adventure began. We began looking into what country to adopt from and quickly felt led to Ethiopia. Then, almost as a default, we assumed that we would adopt a baby girl. That’s what people do when they adopt internationally, right? Adopt a baby girl, especially since she would be our first child. We’d both grown up with sisters; we had a young niece; a baby girl must be the way to go. So we told our family and friends about our decision, and they rejoiced. Everyone was ready to welcome a healthy baby girl into the family.

I began researching voraciously — calling adoption agencies, poring over adoption blogs, reading countless books on adoptive parenting. But the more I researched and the more I prayed, the more I began to question the wisdom of our assumptions about what kind of child to request.

And then Essayas showed up. As I was researching different adoption agencies, I received a waiting child list from one agency. On it was a 12-year-old boy — a healthy child, but a child who was quite a bit older than most kids waiting for adoption. A 12-year-old boy? Not a girl? Not a baby? He wasn’t anything like the child we’d first planned on, but his biography was compelling. And the more we thought about it, the more Essayas seemed like he just might be the perfect fit for our family.

But first, we wanted to pray about it, and naturally, we asked our family members and friends to pray with us, as well.

And that’s when…well, I don’t know a much nicer or more accurate way to say it than “everything hit the fan.” Some people were scared of us adopting a boy. Others were scared at the thought of us adopting an older child. Virtually no one supported us, and everyone was vocal about it. Yet, to their credit, they all agreed to pray for us, to pray that God’s will would be done, whatever that was…though surely it couldn’t be a 12-year-old boy, could it?

So we all began praying about Essayas (some more grudgingly than others!), and in the meantime, my husband and I fought for this child. We advocated for him. I even tracked down other adoptive parents who had actually spent time with Essayas in Ethiopia. And, as it turned out, Essayas was universally loved, a wonderful kid. More than half of the adoptive families who had met him wanted to adopt him themselves but couldn’t for various reasons. And the more we argued for Essayas’ right to be a member of our family, the more we felt like he was a member of the family. He had been waiting for a family for months. Surely that months-long wait must be because he was meant for our family.

So we made our decision to adopt him. And miraculously, by then our family and friends had come around, too. God spoke to them, in one instance quite literally, and the message was always the same: do not fear. “For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.” (2 Timothy 1:7) We all marveled at God’s goodness in revealing Himself this way. And we rejoiced that Essayas, the 12-year-old boy who, according to one adoptive mother who had met him, “really, really, really wants to have a mom and dad…a family to love him,” would soon have a family.

But as it turned out, that family wouldn’t be us. Essayas had been on a waiting child list for months. We had been praying about him for weeks. And the day before we turned all our adoption paperwork in (we’d had to wait an extra week to get a doctor’s letter because my doctor had suddenly gone out of state), another family stepped forward to adopt him. All our praying and pleading, all the strife and heartache had amounted to nothing. We’d missed out on Essayas, the child we’d fought for, by a matter of hours.

Q: That must have been so difficult. How did you react?

I’d like to tell you that I reacted stoically, that I meekly took it as a sign of God’s will and moved forward with our adoption with grace. But I didn’t. Both my husband and I were completely devastated. We could not understand why God would put Essayas on our hearts so strongly, why God would have us advocate for this child so much, to the point of seriously endangering our relationships with friends and family members, only to have it all amount to nothing.

As I wrote to one friend at the time, “While I am not typically a very emotional sort of person, I have just been bowled over with grief by this. It seems strange, I know, to become so attached to a child you’ve never met, but the sense of loss has been overwhelming and crushing…Even though I know God has called us to adopt, I am tempted to turn away from the whole thing — at the moment, it just seems like an exercise in despair.”

And it was flooded with that sense of despair that one night I called out to God for what seemed like the millionth time. “God, there has to be some purpose to this! All we’ve done is what you asked us to do. Please let us see that you have some purpose behind this suffering.” It was a couple weeks after our adoption of Essayas had fallen through, and I had been at home, crying yet again. As I sent up this angry plea to God, I remember feeling like it was bouncing off my bedroom ceiling, drifting back at me like all the other angry pleas I’d sent up before.

Sighing, I gave up on prayer and returned to the book I’d just started reading to distract myself. The book was called There Is No Me Without You. Those of you who have read There is No Me Without You can probably guess where my story is going. But for those who haven’t, please let me explain. There Is No Me Without You is a nonfiction book written by a lady named Melissa Fay Greene, describing the HIV/AIDS epidemic in Ethiopia. Like most people who decide to adopt from Ethiopia, I had started reading the book to learn more about the country of Ethiopia and why so many children are available for adoption there. As I’d already found out, when you adopt from Ethiopia, HIV/AIDS is almost inevitably part of the adoption equation.

So I knew what the book was about before I began reading it. Yet what I did not expect, and what this book reminded me of, was the idea that children with HIV can be adopted. By that point, I’d run across a few vague murmurings of such a concept. But, in my moment of despair, when I’d asked God for clarity and purpose in the midst of heartache, I was struck anew by the thought. People adopt children with HIV?

Lest you think that I stumbled across this idea and clung to it in my hopelessness, let me assure you I did no such thing! In fact, immediately after the thought occurred to me — I wonder if our adoption of Essayas fell through because we’re supposed to adopt a child who is HIV-positive? — I thrust it out of my mind. Mere emotionalism, the pragmatic part of me argued. This idea probably occurred to me because I’m grasping at straws, looking for meaning anywhere. So I promptly tried to forget it and move on.

To be continued in Part 2


Photos from Jennifer F.Harpagornis, and Indie Bound bookstore.

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