What Adoption Means to Me Part 4 – An Adoption Case Worker
This is the final post in a series illustrating the difference adoption has made in the lives of many different people. Thank you to all of you who support adoption and make stories like this possible. In this entry you’ll get to take a look at adoption through the eyes of Brooke LeMay, case worker for the Miriam Project. If you are looking for ways to get involved, you can start by giving a donation and signing up for our e-newsletter by clicking on the buttons to the right.
A dear friend who was adopted from India, a mentor who adopted a sweet little girl in an open adoption, families at church adopting precious little girls from China, and babysitting for a family with foster children. As I look back now, I can see God weaving a passion for adoption into the very fabric of my being by way of the people he placed in my life and the experiences he allowed me to have.
I’ve always had nothing but respect for those who adopt children as well as for those selfless women who choose to place a child for adoption. It wasn’t until I started working at the Miriam Project, however, that I truly saw adoption for what it is– a beautiful heartbreak.
So much of adoption is beautiful– a child being welcomed into a loving family, couples who have longed to be parents finally having a son or daughter placed in their arms. It’s enough to bring tears to one’s eyes.
But adoption is also messy — watching a woman who has carried a child for nine long months have her own heart broken for the sake of her child; or, a father letting go of his dreams for his child so the child can have a better life than the father is able to offer. The loss and sadness of these realities are, at times, almost too much to take.
When I began my work with the Miriam Project, I sometimes felt frozen between these two very different aspects of adoption– the joy and sorrow, the mourning and the celebration. How does one make sense of that?
Intellectually, I have always known that God makes sense of what we simply cannot; however, over the past six years my heart has come to understand what my head already knew. I have graciously been invited into many sacred moments as God has gloriously redeemed situations which never would have made sense to us.
To me, adoption is watching in awe as God weaves an exquisite tapestry of redemption from threads of heartache, longing, and surrender.