It seemed to me like a whirlwind adoption, but in reality, it was the result of years of prayers and tears and waiting on God’s perfect timing.
John and Sarah had been trying to conceive for nearly ten years. They weren’t able to afford adoption or infertility treatments, but they continued to wait on God for a child of their own.
In April 2011, Sarah received a call from a friend of a friend whose 15-year-old daughter was pregnant. Would John and Sarah be interested in adopting? They said yes, but then it was up to the birth mother to make her decision.
The birth mom narrowed her search down to two families, and John and Sarah were invited to fly out to meet her in early October.
The birth mom made an immediate connection with both of them, in part because she and John share the same Irish heritage and intense passion for music.
That afternoon, Sarah and John went to the beach, put their feet in the water, and asked God to send the birth mother a dream that night if they were to be Noah’s parents.
Two days later, back in Colorado, Sarah received a call from the lawyer, telling her the birth mom had selected them as the parents! Oh, and by the way, he said, she’d had a dream on Tuesday night that helped confirm her decision.
Little Noah was due January 6, so Sarah thought she had plenty of time to get ready for a baby. But once again, God’s timing was a bit different from her own.
On December 22, there was a big snowstorm in Denver, and John called in sick to work that day. At 3:00 that afternoon, Sarah received a call from the lawyer saying the birth mother was on her way to the hospital, where she ended up being induced at midnight.
John and Sarah managed to get the last two seats on the red-eye out of Denver. During their layover between flights, they received a text that their baby had been born — a perfectly healthy baby boy!
Five hours later, John and Sarah arrived at the hospital. The birth mom, who had been holding baby Noah when they walked in, immediately handed him to Sarah. Then, to Sarah’s surprise, the birth mom asked her own mother to give Sarah a wrist band, signifying that Sarah had all rights as a parent in the hospital.
Baby Noah, his birth mom, and his new parents spent two days together in the hospital, a joyful time but also bittersweet. John and Sarah were in awe of Noah’s birth mother’s strength — that this young woman would make the selfless decision not only to carry this precious life to term but then also to give up her firstborn son so that he could have a better life.
On Christmas Eve, Sarah and John were allowed to spend their first night alone with baby Noah in their own hospital room. They awoke together as a family on Christmas morning.
The birth mom signed the paperwork on Christmas day and, through tears, handed Noah to Sarah and John so they could leave the hospital with him. Next to the gift of God’s own Son, it was the most precious gift they have ever been given.
And I don’t think anyone on earth could have planned more perfect timing than that.
Fearfully wonderfully made
With love He created your frame
God saw your days before one came
Fearfully wonderfully made
—From the song John wrote for his son, based on Psalm 139