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Building a family with International Adoption : Russia

Posted on: by Kate


I have shared about all I am comfortable with about our adoption processes, but I love to share other people’s stories.  The following story is from my friend and kindred spirit, Kris.  We met on Facebook when she and her husband were hoping to Building a family with International Adoption from Russia but were worried about all kinds of things….. she says I helped talk her into the idea.  *blushes*  I think God just put me in the right place at the right time.  They had so much fun they went back and adopted another handsome little Russian just a couple years later, and only a couple months before Russia closed to Americans completely.  I am so happy B & T are home with a family who loves them and will help them be all they can be!  They are a true testimony to why I pray Russia reopens for adoptions.  Thank you Kris for taking the time to share your family’s story!

It’s long guys, so get comfy!  Here is Kris, in her own words……

In 1993 I became a mother for the first time. I endured 45 hours of labor and came out of the hospital with a beautiful, wonderful daughter, Lindsay. My husband and I had been married for two years at that point. After a miscarriage, I became pregnant in 1995 with our daughter Jaime. Our two girls were such blessings to us. We were living the dream. God had blessed us more than we could ever have imagined. End of story? No. In 1999, my husband left our family and I began the life of a single mom. I never pictured myself in this position, nor did I feel qualified. Do we ever?

Over the course of the next year of healing, I met a man who only God could have brought into my life. Gregg and I clicked immediately. We shared the same faith and we both had two daughters from previous marriages, his born in 1991 and 1995 (just 5 months younger than my youngest). We married in 2001. Our dream was to have two more children together, you know, Brady Bunch style ha ha.

At the time, his girls lived with their mother. Soon after we married, they came to live with us and we began to find out what a blended family meant. Oh my. We were blending all right…big hunks of each of us was flying all over the place! YUCK! It was at that time, I knew that we would not be giving birth to any “blessings” anytime soon, my hands were way too full.  In fact, I had pretty much written off that idea all together. Gregg still joked about having more children, but he pretty much was lying to himself. Adoption, at that point, was not even in our radar.


Years passed. I had begun working with our church’s new adoption ministry. I knew that God called people to adopt but had never really thought about how that applied to me, to us. I decided our part was to pray and to donate to people’s adoption fund. Nice and easy. I took over the prayer list for our adoption ministry and prayed through people’s fostering experiences, the adventures of bringing home a child via international adoption, and for those who adopted privately or through agencies. God was working in this ministry. And that was the end of our commitment, right?

In 2008, God began His work. After realizing I had not had a period for several months…I found out I was PREGNANT! WHAT???? I was in shock. After a little adjusting, I had actually been able to reach the point of excitement. I was approaching age 40, but my doctor assured me, this was not a problem. We told the girls and they were excited, except for the one who realized what this meant had been happening in our house, to which she said, “Yuck!” J

I went in for my first sonogram and we had to face the news that all of the excitement was over. No heartbeat. I was scheduled for a D&C and my joy turned to mourning. After a few months, I told Gregg either we were trying to get pregnant or we were not. I couldn’t live in limbo. So we decided to try again. And I was soon pregnant again…and miscarried again.

It was during this time that I felt God speaking to me in a way I had never experienced. Before all of this, my heart was closed to being a mother again at all. The first pregnancy opened my heart to being a Mom again. The second pregnancy told me that it would not be by birth. This is when He started whispering that word in my ear ….”adoption.” Really, God? Gregg would think I am insane if I bring that word up! So I decided that if God had grown this idea in my heart, he could whisper it to my husband as well. I began praying, knowing that if God called us to it, He would see us through it!

It had been a few weeks since God had begun pressing the idea of adoption deep into my heart. I had prayed without ceasing for my husband and for God to speak to him regarding this craziness I had felt God speaking to me. And then it happened.

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Until Next Time ~ Kate
Comments: 3 Responses
  1. LInda Siert says:

    Beautifully written, God inspired, thankful to read this. Bless you………….

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