Blog it out...

I don't know what to do or who to call first. I have a bazillion what if's, why's and how's running through my brain. There is no chocolate in the house, I've searched. Well, there is a bit of leftover easter bunny that is so stale it is not worth the calories. Mike's not answering his phone. I'm stressed. Is it the good kind of stress or the bad kind? Not in a category. It's the life altering kind. The uncomfortable kind. The kind nobody really wants to be in, yet we somehow find ourselves in often. We have to make a choice. A very hard choice, and just as we've learned before, God will not give us a black and white answer. That is one of the qualities we wish we could change about God. Free will is a nice thing most of the time when we're running about doing our daily lives...but when it comes to things that are hard...things that border on life or death, or the destiny of the life of a child...these are the things in which we should certainly get direct texting capabilities with our Heavenly Father.

Perhaps I've told you this before. If I have, sit tight and read it again, for it applies here as well. There was a day about 7 years ago that I was pregnant with twins whose lives were in great danger. Mike and I had decided that I would undergo a surgery that was to save both babies lives in-utero. It would separate their blood and nutrition systems from each other so that they could survive on their own. They would be doing this through a small incision in my stomach and into my womb, using a laser and a scope that were the size of the inside of a ball-point pen. Incredible.

The day before the surgery I asked them if I could please be put to sleep for the surgery, as it would be lengthy, there could be several complications and I was just plain anxious, as you could imagine. Here's what they told me: "You need to be awake because if we get in there and there is a complication, we will ask you if you want us to tie off Carter's chord (so that he can no longer live) so that Blake will have a chance to live, or if you will want us to leave the boys as they are and they will both most likely die." That's the choice that Mike and I had to make. Tie off one son's life line to save the other, or leave him alone and give them both a slim to none chance to make it. Us. Human us. Sure, we have God, and pray our buns off, we did, but once again, that texting thing sure would have been nice. THANK GOD our surgeon did the procedure just as it was to be done and we did not have to choose either way. Baby Carter held on for another 5 weeks post surgery but then he passed away, and his brother Blake just turned a healthy, happy 7! But my point is there are SO MANY CHOICES out there that we humans should not have to make!!! And it seems as though we find ourselves in another difficult one...

Our first foster daughter was in our home for 2 months. We were madly in love with that baby girl and wanted her to know Jesus above all else. She was moved from our home quite rapidly into a biological aunts home who was going to adopt her. About a month or so later we got our next placement and we are crazy mad in love with her! We've had her for a little over 2 months and she has us around her finger!! Life couldn't be better here at the Johnson home. And it looks like our baby girl's case is going to move toward adoption at a record pace...low drama.

Last Sunday when I was holding her in church and singing, I had our first baby girl heavy on my heart. I know we poured love into her for two months, but where is her future going to go? I know nothing about her new family. Will she ever finally get adopted? Who is going to teach her about Jesus? And the tears began.

Fast forward to today. It's a text from my social worker. She asks if she can drive down to visit. Last time she wanted to visit in person it was to tell me that our first baby would be leaving our home. She remembers to write, "don't freak out...it's a good visit." She knows me too well. I tell her to get her buns over here! Tyler lays on the floor with his Star Wars guys and I play with the baby. 40 minutes seem like 4 days. What could it be? Things are already good with our baby girl...How could they possibly get "good-er"? Did they forego the adoption policies all together and now we just get to have her? That would be good-er. Here she is. Do I say hi first or just make her give it to me?

She looks at my stroller. Points to it. "How'd you like to get a double stroller?" Wha? "What are you talking about?" The first thing I actually pictured was my baby and her birth mom....in the double stroller. That was a ministry I was not going to get into. "Baby _____ is available and everyone wants you to have her back." I threw my head back in disbelief. This was so not what I expected! "What? How did this happen?" Well, I don't know if I can put it on here, but the short of it is, she is available, and the birth family wants her to go back to us. Also, if we don't take her, the next family in line is...to put it nicely, not favorable. But no pressure.

The first question on everyone's mind is "What about your current baby (man, I can't wait until I can just say their names! And post pictures! And videos!) ?" We will be keeping her for sure! So in the event that we would take the first baby back, these babies would be 2 months apart. Now, the emotions of us say YESSSSS!!!! Give her back!!!!! But the other side is this: We would be welcoming back the drama of weekly visits with drug addicted, mentally ill parents, wishy-washy adoption plans for probably years to come, we would have twin babies, twin toddlers, twin teenagers, twin wedding gowns, everything! We would have the chance to change two lives instead of one. We would get to rescue two innocent orphans out of the pits of addiction instead of one. We would get to introduce two little girls to Jesus instead of one. We would get to watch two big brothers fall in love with two little sisters instead of one. We will have to pay for diapers for two babies instead of one, but if there's a couple strong enough to do it, I think we just might be able to. And if there's a God who can help give us the strength to do it, we've learned over and over and OVER again that He can.

For a God who has given my Michael and me so, so, so much in return for us giving Him so very little, what better way can we pay Him back but by taking care of those who are so heavy on His heart? It's just that first I have to ask Mike...

You give and take away, you give and take away, my heart will choose to say,

Lord Blessed Be Your Name!!