Just a little bonus material I wrote for @DaySpring #mystorymatters Contest. I thought it appropriate to add here.
My story matters. As an adoptive mom of five Russian orphans, I limped my way through parenthood much like tens of thousands of step, foster, and other adoptive moms have. Our stories need to be heard.
We need someone to cry as we share how we have suffered broken hearts, mourned shattered dreams, feared for our safety and emotional well-being, and failed miserably.
We need someone to pray when the road seems endless, the battle grows intense, the challenges overwhelm, and the enemy comes in like a flood.
We need someone to cheer as we graciously overcome scandalous attacks, respond in a Christ-like manner, give from the marrow of our souls, rejoice in praises we eventually receive from our children, and finish the race.
My story matters because I did it all. I cried. I screamed. I packed my bags. But, I never quit. I started over each morning, clinging to my Father. I successfully launched my children into adulthood. And now, I play with ten grandchildren.
Moms to “other women’s children” can find thousands of how-to books, many of which offer excellent techniques and tips. But little encouragement is available in the area we need it most—how to parent with the heart of the Father who adopted us all.
He alone was my salvation. Through His Word He transformed the irritants of my soul into gems, just as an oyster transforms an unwanted granule of sand into a precious pearl. He sent fellow adoptive moms—sisters in Christ—who came along side me (2 Corinthians 1:4), offering encouragement and prayer at my toughest moments.
My story matters because second-round moms need to know they are not alone in their struggles. They are not monsters. They are not failures. They will survive. They will succeed. They will glorify the Father.
Because my story matters, I started a Facebook page (“Mother of Pearls”) and a blog (https://motherofpearlsblog.wordpress.com). I can’t wait to publish my first book, Pearls of the Heart, and I have a second book in the works, Strings of Pearls.
This little snippet of my story is an invitation for moms to open my treasure chest and handle the gems God has formed in my soul through almost 20 years of embracing rough-edged children. I envisioned an adoption story far different than the one I experienced. I would never have written it as it ended up playing out. But that’s just it. God never intends us to write our own stories. He wants us to sit back and trust that the story He writes for our lives will have a glorious ending.
His stories always conclude in triumph. His painting always transforms drabness into brilliance. His handiwork always molds gems around irritants.
This is my story—His story—of beauty emerging from the grit of my heart.
copyright January 2016 by Cheri Johnson