My Adoption: Grace Lived Out
Every story has a beginning. This is mine. This is my story. It is not necessarily the story I would have chosen, but it is the story God has given me...
My story begins sometime in the fall of 1975. I'm not exactly sure where, but probably somewhere in Central Florida. Somewhere a young woman made the discovery that she had been suspecting for sometime now. She was pregnant. Her tears flowed heavy and free, but they were not tears of joy. She was scared and angry and alone. "What now?" She asked her reflection as she gazed at her face in the mirror and put her hand over her belly where she visualized the "problem". She took a deep breath and considered her choices. She knew what needed to be done, and she was so glad that now it was legal.
Meanwhile, in the quaint old town of Winter Park, Florida there lived a couple, Glenn and Nancy Walsh, who had been married for ten years. Nancy had a mother's heart, but no child to hold. They finally reached the decision to adopt. They did not know what the future held, but they had a strong faith and knew that the Lord would provide the best for them. Glenn was actually very good friends with Nancy's doctor, Dr. Ron Wilson. The two men were in the area's Christian Business Men Association and often would get together to discuss God's word and to pray with one another. During one of these fellowship times, Glenn opened up with Dr. Wilson about his and Nancy's desire for a child and get his feelings on adoption. Dr. Wilson told Glenn that he sometimes had women come into his office with a desire to place their baby in adoption. He explained that he even had a waiting list of couples that wanted to adopt. He told Glenn that he would put them on the list if that was what they wanted. Glenn was so excited to tell Nancy that they were now on a "list"!
Around that time, the pregnant woman from the beginning of our story found her way to Dr. Wilson's office. She looked Dr. Wilson in the eye and told him in no uncertain terms, she was not prepared to be a mother... the time wasn't right, her life wasn't in order. She had a thousand reasons why this just wouldn't work. "I need to end this pregnancy, you see. I just need an abortion." Dr. Wilson returned her gaze, smiled with kind eyes and compassionately, yet firmly told her he did not perfrom abortions. He made no apologies, but explained his belief that human life begins at conception. He told her of a Creator that made us in His image. He told her of our sin that seperates us from God, our creator. He went on to explain that a way was made to be forgiven of our sins. He told her of Jesus and His sacrifice and of redemption and love. Finally, he asked her if she would like to ask Jesus to be her savior? She had listened in awe. She knew she wanted what he was offering. She bowed her head and asked Jesus Christ to be her Lord and Savior. Two changed lives left that office that day. She still didn't know what to do, but over the next few weeks she had the most peace when she thought of placing this tiny baby growing inside her into a forever home through adoption. She told Dr. Wilson that she wanted her baby to go to a home where he or she would be taught to love the Lord and where he or she would know the love of two parents. Dr. Wilson smiled and said, "I know just the family."
Glenn and Nancy were not the next on the waiting list, but they were the next who adequately filled the requirements set down by the mother. So, Dr. Wilson called up Glenn and told him that he had a baby for them. That night Glenn took Nancy to Taco Tico, a local mexican joint that they both enjoyed. As they were eating their food Glenn took Nancy's hand and said softly, "Honey, we're going to have a baby!" Now, Nancy's tears flowed heavy and free, and they were tears of joy.
On May 17, 1976 the baby was born. A little girl. Glenn and Nancy got the news and couldn't wait to hold their new baby. They had to wait, though. Their attorney had to pick up their baby and deliver her to them at his office three days later. I don't know if the baby's mother held her. This part always makes me cry. As a mother who has held six babies on earth, and another six babies in heaven, I know that feeling of holding your newborn baby, looking her over, counting fingers and toes, running your lips over her fuzzy head, kissing her forehead so gently. I don't know if this precious mother did this or if she left this for another. But, I know she loved her baby. I know that because she let me live.
I'm so thankful for the impact of one man who wasn't afraid to speak the truth in love. I'm thankful for a woman who pressed forward even though I'm sure it was really hard. I'm thankful for parents who raised me in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. This is not a political issue to me. Quite simply I believe it is a matter of life and death. I know you might not be on the same side of the fence as I am on this issue, but I am asking everyone who reads this if you would do something in honor of one of the lives that was changed because the best choice was chosen instead of the easiest. Please give a small donation to a local pregancy crisis center, just a ten dollar donation, or a package of diapers, or formula, maybe your old maternity clothes. Or, maybe you could just offer a kind word to a young woman who comes into your path that finds herself in an unplanned pregnancy. Please do this in honor of my six children, or Dr. Wilson, or my parents, Glenn and Nancy Walsh, or the young woman who allowed me to grow in her womb and shared me with the couple that allowed me to grow in their hearts.
Hey there! I'm Pam and I'm sure glad you're here.