In part 1 of Grapevine Grace, I posted the dream I had back in August of 2020. You can read it here if you missed it.
Key things in the dream were the sudden slicing of the vines, the number 14, the military- green bills pressed into my hand firmly, and the word "double" right as I awoke.
In February of 2020 we finalized the adoption of our foster son and subsequently closed our foster license. We believed that our family was complete, that two very busy little ones was all that I could handle full time at home, not to mention our house was full! Everyone in the family also agreed! But every once in a while, something triggers a memory, or I would set the table and panic for a second, thinking I was missing someone. Losing a baby (2 miscarriages and 1 stillbirth, in my case) is not something that just disappears out of a mother's mind. The loss springs up out of nowhere sometimes. As hard as those losses were, they were not as painful as when our adoption of twin toddlers was interrupted. As you read the story below, remember the key things in bold above.
Because my husband and I always wanted a large family and I had difficulties with my pregnancies we agreed to try to adopt a baby. We didn't feel that our family was complete even with the three beautiful children born to us. We were approved within three months in 2013 at a Christian adoption agency and then began the fundraising as we waited for a phone call to accept a newborn baby. However, in the spring of 2014 some friends of ours heard about our desire to adopt and asked us if we would be willing to take their 12-month -old twin granddaughters. We said yes and began visiting the girls on weekends.
Also, in the same year we were going through multiple losses and transitions. Hubby had lost his job due to a neck and shoulder injury and was still recovering while we lived on his lump-sum early retirement, our first-born son enlisted in the Air Force, our 2nd born son graduated from high school, we had to sell our dream house/ hobby farm, and other unmentionably hard things. Bringing home our twins was a bright spot of joy in the midst of much stress.
From June to September, we loved on our baby girls. They arrived at 13 months old with flat heads, unable to sit without falling over, gagging on solid foods, and high-pitched screeches being the only sound they made rather than babbling. Early-On evaluated their development to be between 6-9 months. By the end of three months with us they were crawling quickly, sitting with no trouble, eating solid foods, babbling, calling me "mama" and had specific recognizable sounds for other family members, and were even beginning to stand alone. We were halfway through the adoption process.
Suddenly, in September of 2014 I received the most distressing (for us) phone call from the adoption agency. Birth mom and dad had gotten back together and decided to try being parents to the twins again. Of course, that's what parents are SUPPOSED to do... but they had begged us to take these precious babies, and in my heart, they were MINE. We had no choice but to give them back. I could hardly pick myself up off the floor. Of all the losses we were dealt that year, this was the one that cut me down, like that knife in my dream slicing the grapevines straight across.
The Lord provided, though, in a phenomenal way! Our property sold before hubby's retirement ran out, just before Thanksgiving with enough of a profit to buy our next home with $60,000 cash at a time when most other home mortgages were upside down. The home we found was a foreclosure in a wealthy neighborhood and it was ready to move into. Our teenage kids thought this beautiful ranch was like a vacation house, with two fireplaces, over 3000 sq ft, a walk-up attic, huge bedrooms, and 3 1/2 bathrooms! I called it my Healing House. It was where we hosted small groups from church, we rested, hubby and son each found a job, daughter continued home schooling, and I filled three journals in my healing search for JOY. Remember that hand with the military bills in my dream? This was only a small part of that provision. There was MUCH more to come that He was preparing us for that we were not aware of yet!
..."weeping may stay for the night but rejoicing comes in the morning." Psalms 30:5
I hope you'll come back to read more of my TRUE story. I haven't gotten to the word "double" yet, either!