The Chance

A hopeful chance of adopting a precious baby girl was given to Rusty and Cariann in April.  They took it readily.  A baby!  Natalie. This could be their chance to expand their little family.  Of course this was right.  Who wouldn't jump at the chance?

The father had 30 days to contest.  They heard from him at 28 days, and yes, he disapproved.  Dark  clouds began to form as they had to put their growing love for her on the back burner and come to the realization that they could lose her, by law.  They cherished the days with no vibrations of threat.  But deep inside. . . . well, no one could ever know their hearts; deep inside.  In every direction, loved ones that knew Natalie, loved her, and birthed her, were pulling for Carianne and Rusty to be given the chance to keep her forever . . . except the father.

Saturday, was the day agreed to take her back to the birth mother.  At least she would love her, compared to the fathers questionable lifestyle.  No one can imagine the pain Carianne and Rusty must have felt, and are still feeling in the aftershocks.   Torture seems like a weak word to describe what they have been through.  But remembering the eyes of that sweet, pink, baby that needed them so much is where it hurts the worst. 

They have paid their dues in the turmoil department.  To see them get up, and attempt to carry on, despite the weight on their shoulders makes me cry.  With lumps in their throats, they carry on, knowing  they can heal, even with the weakest knees.

Don't think for a minute that prayers weren't heard.  Natalie was given Christlike love from their little Christlike family.  Heavenly Father knows and loves each one.  They have proven themselves beyond measure.  We are firstly spiritual beings, trying to live earthly.  He won't let us fall without helping us up, not even Natalie.

I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand;
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.