Somehow, somewhere, you find yourself standing in a place where yes doesn’t quite makes sense. It’s a blind spot in the crossroads of your life. Something pulls in one direction, but rational sense points fiercely in another.
God, why? God, how? God, where? God, now?
The refrain patterns over and over again in the travelers who walk this particular uncertain road. We struggle with this yes, for it’s an uncomfortable one. It’s the yes that doesn’t fit the framework of long held dreams.
Bossy prudence says don’t. Don’t sacrifice yourself to this yes. It’ll cost you. Friends and family warn you. Is this a yes for the betterment of you? Your family? Your future?
But then, like a sweet spring rain, God waters a yes into the soil of your soul with the purpose of planting His desires with yours.
Just like that, up sprouts a tentative yes.
These are the families of “yes”. With uncertain steps, most didn’t know where their yes might lead or what this yes really means.
Nevertheless, the families say yes, and in taking that first blind step of faith found a road that is so incredibly less travelled that opportunities abound to shout from the mountaintops the worth of the blessed few who walk this earth while carrying a piece of God’s heart in theirs.
The unfolding patterns of “yes” look slightly different in each narrative. The call occurred in one spouse’s heart and leapt to the other’s. A few knew their yes calling for years, but for most, this yes was never the anticipated oasis on any life horizon.
God ever-so-gently placed the yes into each family, and while the it was heralded by uncertainty, it was answered with brave.
And we, the families of this extraordinary yes, declare that where there is life, there are people who say yes to it. Where there is hope, we shout yes. Where families are needed, we whisper yes, in the dead of night, even in our uncertainty.
We toss our tiny pebble of yes into the waters of faith, and the resulting ripples rock the heart boats of the fearful tarrying yeses. The skeptical yeses. The timid yeses.
Once the yes has a sweet face attached to it, it’s that much easier for the neighbor’s yes, the friend’s yes, the teacher’s yes to mirror yours….turning doubts into families found, lives restored, healing for the oft abandoned lingering hearts.
Just imagine, that somewhere in the depths of your mother’s womb, the division of your life cells was amiss. Because of that mathematical anomaly, your life path now denied you family, home, country, dignity, education, every aspect of what humanity demands for a life of yes.
What does a small soul of destitution have to do for the large souls of plenty to say yes to the simple grace of love? Family? Life?
This is the Extraordinary yes of Down syndrome adoption. It’s the road less travelled, the path not taken, the yes of faith over fear.
It’s the best yes, the scariest yes, the most exhilarating yes. It’s a yes that will both drive you to your knees in the darkest hours, and radiantly illuminate your previous dimly lit worldview.
Would you join us by celebrating this ExtraOrdinary yes?
The brave yeses of small lives, who defy great odds to tell the world that their yes is brimming with eternal value, overflowing with joy.
Fall in love with the these 13 families of yes in Extraordinary Adoption. Book royalties go towards the “Say Yes” grants through Open Hearts For Orphans to directly help more families adopt children with Down syndrome.
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6 thoughts on “the ripple of yes….”
So beautifully written, as always.
Cady, I pretty much always love what you write…but THIS? This is hands down the best!! Truly. Just beautifully worded…and the photos are so precious.
Thank you! 🙂
Hello Cady, I don’t know if you remember me, several years ago we were in CC community together in Clayton. One of my favorite blogs, “DeepRootsatHome”, featured your adoption article. How do you know each other? I think it’s amazing out in blogland when I ‘know’ of someone and someone states away makes a connection to someone else I ‘know”. I though it was you since you were raising money for adoption. I also attended a Mom’s class you held for our group and we decorated the bird you had drawn. I still have my copy. I commented on her blog regarding a painting you had done. I was interested in finding out the cost of the “His I\Eye is on the Sparrow” drawing. If you would like to read my long post on her site regarding the significance of that particular Hymn in my life regarding the birth of our daughter, you will find it located there. You are a gifted writer and photographer and you remind me of Ann Voscamp.
Hi! I you go on my website, there is more info on the bird prints. http://www.ArtByCady.com