"Religion that is pure and good before God the Father is to help children who have no parents and to care for women whose husbands have died who have troubles. Pure religion is also to keep yourself clean from the sinful things of the world." - James 1:27
Fourteen years ago, a boy met a girl in college. On one of their first dates, the boy tells the girl, God had put it on his heart to adopt and he wanted to make sure the girl was okay with that. He goes on to say he will have biological and adopted children. He didn't know what that looked like. He wasn't sure if the adoption would just happen or if we would go looking for it. The girl's response was "ok". The boy is named Levi and the girl is named Lacey. This is the beginning of our story.
Two years later, we were married. After graduation, came time to start a family. We found it difficult to get pregnant. We started Clomid, a pill to help me ovulate. Then we began to get pregnant, but my body couldn't hold on to the baby. My miscarriages would happen between 6-8 weeks. Finally, after five years of trying, we were pregnant with a baby boy, Trey. My first trimester was rough. Morning sickness was awful. I lost ten pounds, but the baby was growing. My second trimester was going great until I got food poisoning which threw me into labor. I happened to be in Lamaze class at the hospital when I went into labor from the food poisoning. They gave me medicine to stop the labor. Then two weeks later, a typical check up went a direction I wasn't expecting. My blood pressure was high. I had pre-eclampsia. I had to be hospitalized to get my blood pressure stabilized. They gave me steroid shots to strengthen Trey's lungs in case they had to induce. I was discharged from the hospital a couple of days later and put on full bed rest. I went into labor at 35 weeks. Trey was born 41 minutes after arrived at the hospital. He was 4 lbs 15 oz and 19 inches long. He was perfect. Thanks be to God.

Three years later, we got pregnant with Mason after being on Clomid for a year. My pregnancy was relatively easy compared to Trey. On December 25th, while opening presents I began to feel contractions. I went into labor. They were able to stop labor that morning. I was put on bed rest. I went in for a check up a couple of weeks later and the PA said I was having contractions. My blood pressure was starting to rise. She gave me a steroid shot and wanted to admit me. The doctor on call said no and sent me home. She decided to order the pre-eclampsia test against his orders. All weekend my blood pressure kept climbing. I began to have headaches and blurry vision. I went to the doctor four days after that for a sonogram to see if Mason was head down. The sonogram technician asked if anyone had talked to me about my placenta. I told her no. She called the doctor in and he looked at the sonogram. He asked me to get dressed and come to his office. The doctor said my placenta was deteriorating and he needed to get Mason out now. Luckily, the PA had run the test and it came back as toxemia. He explained that this would be completely different than Trey's delivery. I would be induced at 34 weeks to the day and Mason would be admitted to NICU for at least 2 weeks, maybe longer. He wasn't sure if the steroid shots I had received a few days before worked. I was induced that morning at 8 a.m. and Mason came into the world at 10 a.m. on the dot. He was 4 lbs 2 oz and 17 inches long. He was tiny, but perfect. They immediately rushed him to NICU and I didn't see him again for 36 hours. My blood pressure was at stroke level as I delivered him. There was some hairy moments in the room right before delivery when they thought they might lose one or both of us. I only know about Mason's delivery because of what Levi has told me. I can't remember his birth at all. It hurts my heart to know that I can picture every moment of Trey's birth, but have no clue about Mason's. Mason spent the longest ten days of our lives in NICU. Levi and I were there from 7 a.m. till 10 p.m. every day. The NICU nurses told us the preemies whose parents where in there everyday holding and feeding them, get out quicker. So that's what we did. We held him so much, he had flat-head and had to wear a helmet for three months, but that's another story.

A few weeks later, my doctor advised me against having any more children. He explained if I did get pregnant, I would be on bed rest beginning in the second trimester. I always felt our family wasn't complete, but I learned to be content with what we had.
Two years ago, while Levi was in El Salvador on a mission trip with
Compassion International, God gave him a clear vision of us adopting a Hispanic girl. He came home and let me know God was calling us to adopt. I began to pray. I was on board, but didn't know how we would do this. On Memorial Day weekend that year, my dad passed away suddenly of a heart attack. This turned our world upside down. Life happened and somehow we let a year and half go by before we revisited the adoption thing. This past February when Levi returned from El Salvador, I told him I was going to start looking for an adoption agency. A couple in our Sunday School class have an adopted Hispanic girl. I asked them which agency they used. She told us about
New Life Pregnancy Center She wasn't sure they were taking new couples, but told me to give them a call. I sent an e-mail requesting information about adoption. They sent an e-mail with a screening packet attached. We filled out all that was involved with the screening packet which included our testimony and Christian questionnaire. Susan, told us that we should hear back in a few weeks. We received an e-mail in two days from Cindy, the director requesting an interview. We met with her for two hours hearing about New Life's adoption stories, policies and all the legal jargon that goes with an adoption. At the end of the meeting, Cindy mentioned a birthmother that matched our criteria. Levi and I both grabbed each other's hand and we both thought she's talking about our baby. Then came the mountain of paperwork that comes with an adoption. Inspections, physicals, taxes, etc. I thought to myself I'm never going to get through this. Two weeks later, we finished most of the paperwork. I sent off what we had. A few days later, during my personal quiet time while folding laundry, God gave me a name Danielle. I thought he was telling me to name our daughter, Danielle. I began to look at girl names that would go with Danielle. I sent some to Levi that morning. It was fun. Later than afternoon, I received an e-mail from Susan saying our home study had been started. Then 15 minutes later, we received an e-mail from Cindy asking us to pray about showing our profile to a birthmother named, Danielle! It took my breath away. Of course, we told her yes. Last week, while on our way to meet the social worker at the agency, we received on e-mail from Cindy telling us about a birthmother named Melissa, who met our criteria. She wanted us to pray about showing our profile to her. At first, I was hesitant because of Danielle. But Cindy explained that God was sovereign and if He wanted us to have Danielle's baby, Melissa wouldn't pick us. So we agreed to have our profile shown to Melissa who is due in June. While meeting with the social worker that afternoon, she encouraged us to begin putting the nursery together. I placed a call to a friend of ours who works in a ministry at the Methodist Church who gives baby items to foster or adoptive families. She said she had just received a call from a church member than had a nursery full of furniture. I told her we would take it. We found out that the crib had been recalled, but luckily a member of our Sunday School class had a new crib, still in the box that they never used. We had a crib and furniture! So one post on Facebook and we were able to get everything for the nursery we still needed. Thank you, Lord for social networking! So as I write today, it has been 46 days since I made contact with New Life Pregnancy Center. Levi and I have such a close walk with the Lord, we feel him right next us, walking hand and hand through this process. He keeps showing us doors and we keep walking through them. This has been an amazing 46 day journey and it's just beginning. Yesterday was Mother's Day and Levi just knew we were going to get a call saying we had been picked. He was little disappointed yesterday evening and today he told me to keep the phone near me in case someone calls. He just knows that a call is coming soon. I feel Danielle is our birthmother and we will get a call in the future. We will have to wait and see! Our favorite verse is Jeremiah 29:11, "For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you, not to harm you. Plans that will give you hope and a future. " We know that God's plan is good and that only He knows what the future holds for our family. To God be the Glory!