grant me this one request….

It’s October 1st and October is Down syndrome awareness month!

Let me share a bit of my past with you. When I was a teenager, I was very involved in the pro-life ministry at our church. We would go to the local abortion clinic in Bridgeport, CT and do sidewalk counseling with the women who were entering the clinic. We would offer to pray with them about their decision, we offered practical help, options for them and their baby, diapers, clothes, classes, anything they needed….ongoing care and support through their pregnancies and after the birth of their child.

We offered options for them other than abortion. We truly cared for the mother and the child and we cared what happened to them.

Being on the front lines like that at a young age, I knew a tremendous amount of information about the bitter reality of abortion. Every Saturday, we would stand out there, rain or shine, freezing cold or bitter heat…and we’d pray…and sing…and counsel. Sometimes, as we sang, we could see the women peeking through the blinds to watch us. Sometimes our singing would draw them back down, back outside, back to us….back to life for their child. The ministry saved hundreds of babies’ lives, and helped SO many women throughout the years.

The front lines…that’s what it was. We were the last stand between life and death for those children.

We were passionate about LIFE for these children.

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In high school, I was a cheerleader…yes, hard for ya’ll to imagine…haha…but our principal’s daughter had Down syndrome and she was a part of the cheerleading team. We all just adored her and she was the brightest, happiest girl. The basketball fans roared their approval when she’d do the end cheer with us lifting her up or she’d slide her way to the front of the orchestrated cheer. Everyone adored her. She was a beloved and accepted part of the school.

We didn’t think anything differently of her. We just loved her.

Because of my pro-life involvement, I decided to write a research paper about abortion for one of my high school projects. In my research, I discovered that a very high number of unborn children who have Down syndrome are aborted….just because they have Down syndrome. I was stunned. I knew people who had Down syndrome and I loved them. They were happy, loved, attending school, living their lives in their own sweet way.

The day I read those statistics….I had a request…. with tears in my eyes, I prayed a sincere prayer. “God, when I grow up and get married, please let me become pregnant with a child who has Down syndrome, because it’ll mean one fewer child that will be killed.” And I meant it with my whole pie-in-the-sky teenage heart.

Now, God didn’t answer that prayer. Not in the way I asked it. Does He ever?

None of my biological children have Down syndrome and it wasn’t even anything I was thinking much about when we started the adoption process.

But God….

And so here we are.

And here he is, a miraculous part of our family. Lian’s name means “God has answered”.

It still gives me goosebumps because this was the name the orphanage gave him.

How?

How does this happen? How does God take a prayer from decades ago and answer it in this glorious way?

He takes our desires and transforms them as His own…He takes our dreams and consecrates them into His holy plan.

Who knew that He was preparing the way in my heart for the moment when this child’s life would be forever entwined with ours.

I still shake my head in wonder. I still pinch myself. I still look at him and marvel that he’s here….this package of wonderful, extra, mischievous chromosomes.

Let’s celebrate the fact that these beautiful people are in our lives, making us see God more clearly through their sweet spirits and amazing journeys.

Two years ago, on October 30th, Lian was placed in our arms. I am grateful and humbled beyond words to be a part of his story.