Guest Post by Christy Pritchard

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As women we all have early moments in our journeys of motherhood we are positive we’ll never forget. For some, it is holding your baby for the first time. For others, it is realizing that your daughter has your nose and mouth. And then there’s that first time your child says “I love you.”

One of the earliest memories I have of being a mother is riding with my husband down the interstate, looking to our back seat into the precious faces of two little boys, and thinking, “I don’t even know what to do with you when we get home, much less, for the rest of the day.” That morning I had woken up to a quiet, empty house as a woman with no children, and now, with one single trip to our adoption agency, I was the mom of a 2-year-old and 6-month-old!

Let me back up a bit.  Mine and my husband’s story looked like many other couples. When we married seven years ago, our plan was to birth a child “of our own” and then adopt. However, just like many other stories, God’s plan looked a bit different. After experiencing a miscarriage, a year passed and testing revealed that our chances of another pregnancy were slim. We took that as a green light from God to go ahead and start the adoption process.

This is where the story might start to vary from others. The adoption process is known for taking a while. We just assumed that we would have a bit of time to prepare—kind of a “head’s up.” But our God tends not to work in the parameters of “what is known.” Seven months after starting the process, while in Washington DC, we got the call that a 2-year-old little boy from our very own city needed a family…THAT day. Desperate prayers for wisdom, tears, and lots of looking at each other in pure shock quickly got exchanged between my husband and me. However, God made it clear that this was our son. So I packed my bags and headed home to prepare for his arrival, which would occur only days from then.

But never fear, God still had some surprises up His Divine sleeve. On the day we were to pick him up his birth mom surprised everyone, including the adoption agency, with the news that our soon-to-be son had a 6-month-old little brother. The question was asked, would we be willing to take both? Again, the decision was made quickly—our family of two was about to double.

God must have smiled that day as we drove down the interstate asking each other what we were going to do with them when we got home. Because He knew we were about to learn a ton about Him and His love. Almost instantaneously our Heavenly Father began to illuminate some major truths about how He has brought us into His Family. I’ll let you in on some of the highlights.

My husband and I did all of the leg work on the front end. We went through all of the interviews, home studies, background checks, books, and meetings. We were the ones who wrote the checks and made the monetary payments. We were the ones who took an oath in court, testified and made promises before a judge, and signed the legal documents. We were the ones who got in our car and drove to our adoption agency and picked them up.

The boys didn’t do anything. They had no idea they even had a need while we were preparing for their arrival. It’s just the way it HAD to be. The boys couldn’t earn the right or ability to be our sons. We HAD to do all of that to be their parents. It would be the only way it would work.

The boys didn’t do anything, except let us pick them up, put them into our car, and drive them to their new home.

But by letting us pick them up and bring them into our home, they took on our family name, became heirs to all of our possessions, and gained LOTS of grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins.

For Michael and I it was automatic. They were our sons as soon as we picked them up in our arms. We chose them. They were ours, and nothing was going to change that.

And that’s exactly the way my adoption looks with my Heavenly Father. HE does all of the work. There is nothing I can do to make it possible. HE is the one who took the oath, made the promises, and paid the ultimate payment. And HE did it because that was the only way it would work. I didn’t have the ability to get into His family. Furthermore, as He was doing everything, I didn’t know I would have a need.  And being born sinful there was no way I could earn the right to be in His Family.

But the moment I let Him pick me up and allowed Him to be my parent, I received His family name, became an heir to all He possesses, and gained a whole lot of new family members. And it was automatic. He chose me. I was His. And nothing was going to change that.

Amazing how two little boys could teach me all of this. And as we recently celebrated another Thanksgiving as a family, I thank our Heavenly Father for my family of four and for the divine family He adopted us into.

“Blessed be the God an Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places in Christ, just as He chose us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we would be holy and blameless before Him. In love He predestined us to adoption as sons through Jesus Christ to Himself, according to the kind intention of His will, to the praise of the glory of His grace, which He freely bestowed on us in the Beloved.”  Ephesians 1:3-6


Christy, originally a Mississippi gal, now lives in Memphis, TN with her husband, Michael, and their two sons, Zachary and Daniel. After several years of full time college and girls ministry, she now focuses her love and passions on her family and home as well as supporting her husband’s ministry to preteens. Christy also has a heart for the nations and especially loves mentoring students toward seeing the peoples of the world as God does. Her continuous prayer is that “God would be gracious to us and bless us and make His face to shine upon us. That His ways would be known on earth, His salvation among all nations.” (Psalm 67)

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