Michael and I have been praying for a child for six years. For the last two of those years, we have been waiting to adopt a baby. In June we received word that an expectant mother had chosen us to be her baby’s adoptive family. And then in July, on our eighth wedding anniversary, we were told she would be keeping the baby she had delivered that morning. And it was that phone call that ultimately led us to admit defeat. We had done everything in our power to try to build the family we so desperately wanted.
In the weeks after our failed adoption, I felt tired. I didn’t know what else we could do. We had exhausted all of our options. Our contract with our adoption consultant was expiring and we had just lost the only baby we had ever been expecting. My prayers over the years had been a steady stream of requests. I had prayed to be able to conceive, then for fertility treatments to be successful. When my body couldn’t take anymore, I began asking God to give me a heart for adoption. And then prayed that some mama somewhere would choose us to adopt her child. And through it all, God remained silent.
But it was at this time, after our adoption failed, that I found myself on my knees asking God to help me accept whatever plan He had for our family. It was the first time I truly laid down my desires and my plans and asked that His will be done. At the same time, Michael felt that God was calling us to ask for prayer from our church. There were dozens of people who had been faithfully praying for us for years, but the church leadership had reached out to ask about scheduling a prayer time for us.
On August 23, a group of elders and leaders from the church gathered at our home. They circled around and laid hands on our shoulders and asked God to bring us a child. Five minutes after they left our house, the phone call came. A baby boy had been born that morning in Texas and he needed a family. All we had to do was say ‘yes’. And 48 hours later we were in Austin, Texas meeting our son.
I’ve thought a lot about those five minutes between the end of our prayer session and when we received the call from the adoption agency. I imagine God watching us in those five minutes thinking ‘Just watch what I’m about to do for you’. How excited He must have felt knowing what was in store for us and knowing that it would play out in a way that gives Him all of the glory. And I hope that’s exactly what this story does. I hope that for the rest of my life, when I tell the story of my son, that each listener walks away in awe of God’s goodness and mercy.
These pictures are a snippet of the most beautiful week of my whole life. Our first ten days as a family of three were spent in an unfamiliar city. A friend of a friend connected us to a local church, and through that congregation, God provided a free place for us to stay for our entire time in Texas. People brought us meals and coffee and clothes for our new baby. God met every single one of our needs. And He gave us the most beautiful baby boy. Our miracle Milo.
11 thoughts on “Milo”
That is the most beautiful story Rachel. It is proof that he does listen to us. You are radiating with beauty and am so happy for you and your family! Congratulations! Much Love!
I am in tears. Although I have heard your story of this miracle adoption hearing it again blessed me even more. Milo is a beautiful baby boy who was meant just for you and Michael. Can’t wait to meet this sweet little guy.
Most wonderful story ever for you. Brought tears and happiness to me for you. Amazing story and God does answer prayers and what a blessing came from it
You see, GOD was listening the entire time but he had already made plans for the two of you. He knew a baby boy was going to be born and GOD chose you both to love him and raise him and teach him to love GOD. GOD will always be with you two. You never have to worry. We love you three. We also miss you.
I think I’m going to cry too! What a beautiful precious story. I know Doug & Ruth are just over the moon. God bless
Hi, Rachel. I don’t know if you remember me, but I was Jenn‘s roommate before she married Jeff. A friend posted your blog post on Facebook, and I recognized you and Michael. What an amazing testimony of God‘s power! I just wanted to celebrate with you the joy of God‘s faithfulness. Your son is adorable. I’m so happy for you. Praise the Lord! ❤️ Becca
Miracles do happen and this is one of them. Some things are not a coinstance they are blessing from God.
We need to remember that he doesn’t always fix our problems or deliver us from suffering, but every once in awhile he hears our prayer.
Congratulations to you, Michael & Milo! God has blessed you all lavishly and given a beautiful testimony to His Grace and Love…and His joy to give you the desires of your heart! I Look forward to meeting your little angel!
God is so good and always faithful!!! I’m so thrilled for y’all!!!! Congrats!!!!
Your beautiful story has bought Happy tears to my eyes. I can’t meet to meet Milo. So thankful for God’s blessings. 💙💙💙
Thanks again for sharing your story Rachael. God’s timing is often not ours, yet his is always perfect. It is exciting to think how fortunate Milo is to have you and Michael for parents. Your accepting him as your son will change his life for the better in ways that will take years for him to come to fully understand, assuming he ever does.
We serve an awesome God.