One Couple’s Adoption Story

Today’s featured article is about one couple’s adoption story.

Andy and Sarah Justice wanted nothing more than to have a baby, but after struggling to conceive for years, they decided to look into other options. With IVF costing between $30,000–60,000, the Justices decided to adopt a baby instead and were soon paired with a birth mother. Learn more.



A Beautiful Adoption Story

This is a beautiful story of a family who adopted.

A Nebraska couple who adopted two little boys from foster care put even more smiles on their faces by adopting all six of their brothers- who range from a baby to teenagers — the last of whom they welcomed into their home on National Adoption Day on Sunday. 

Click here to learn more.


A Faith Tested, Part Seven

A Faith Tested, Part Seven

A couple more days had gone by and there was still no word from the adoption agency and I wrote the whole thing off. It was my first day back at school and it was business as usual when I got paged that my husband was on the phone.

I was surprised that he was calling while I was in session. “Hi Art, I’m in class. Can I call you on my lunch hour?”

“You’re going to want to sit down.”

My heart started pounding, as images of my parents went through my head. “What’s wrong? Is it my parents?”

I could hear him chuckle. “Oh no, nothing like that. You just need to get a sub.”

My eyebrows rose “I do. Why?”

“Cause you are taking maternity leave for the next eight weeks.” He laughed happily.

“What are you talking about?”

“The adoption agency called, we have a son. The mom walked away, he’s ours honey!”

I was laughing and crying at the same time. My students looked at me in wonderment.

As soon as I hung up with Art, I called down to the office and told them I had an emergency. They quickly sent someone down to take over my class for me. I ran to the principal’s office and told her the news. She assured me that somehow they would find a sub. They had all been there with me during the past three years of infertility and failed adoptions and they couldn’t have been happier.

I called Art from my cell on the way home. He was going to meet me there and then we would go to the adoption agency. I cried and prayed the whole drive home.

Susan was waiting for us once again when we arrived at the agency only this time her smile was like a thousand watt bulb. Before we had even gotten out of the car completely she rushed over to us.

“Congratulations you two!”

“Thank you Susan. To tell you the truth I thought today would never come.” I said hugging her.

“I know, and I’m so sorry about that.” She hugged me tighter. “Let’s go pick up your son, shall we?”

“Oh yes.”

We drove over to cradle care and there he was. So tiny and perfect, I couldn’t have asked for anything better. God had given us a child and he was ours. It wasn’t until a few days later that I found out that he was the child my mom had told me about. The entire hospital where she worked had been refereeing to him as our child. My mom had even spent her breaks going to the nursery to hold him, hoping that he would be her grandson.

My faith had been tested through this whole experience and I think that God knew I had questions about it. Several years later when I was at work, I saw a woman walking her two children to school. She looked familiar but I couldn’t place her. It was as she got closer that suddenly I knew who she was. It was Christine, the birth mother that had changed her mind twice. Her children were attending my school. I think in that moment, I knew why God had not let that adoption go through. I don’t know if I could have seen her each day if I had adopted her daughter.  God had answered my prayers and I would forever be grateful. I was a mom and that was all that mattered, the rest was history.



A Faith Tested, Part Six

A Faith Tested, Part Six

After another month went by, Art and I decided that maybe we should just stop. We were still paying the adoption agency each month, trying to pay off our twenty thousand dollar fee, and with each failed adoption we lost hope. We prayed every day that we would get a call, but at the same time hoped that we didn’t.  School was going to be starting again in a couple of days and I was looking forward to the distraction.

I know my parents and friends were worried about me, but they kept their distance to give me space. It wasn’t too surprising when my mom called me that day. I figured she was just checking in with me.

“Hi mom, I’m fine don’t worry.” I said before she could say anything.

“Did the adoption agency call you?” Her voice was anxious and a little unusual.

“What no hi honey, how is it going?” I joked.

“Did they call?” she asked more persistently. I could hear hospital chatter in the background.

“No, they haven’t.” I replied.

My mom is a nurse for an OB in Denver and usually doesn’t call me from work, but she was all worked up about something.

“Why Mom? What’s going on?”

“We have a baby that was born a couple of days ago. The mom walked away and social services has been in touch with your adoption agency.”

My heart stopped. “What does that have to do with me?”

I could hear her crying through the phone. “It’s your baby honey, I know it. They are trying to get a hold of you.”

Trying to contain my emotions I ran my fingers through my hair. “No one has called Mom, I think you’re mistaken.”

“No, I’m telling you …”

I could hear the beeping of her pager. “I have to run honey, let me know as soon as you hear anything.”

“Okay mom, don’t hold your breath though.”

After she hung up, I sat there looking at the phone in confusion. I couldn’t allow myself to even hope that she might be right. Art and I had already decided that this would be our last month of paying the adoption agency; it was too much for both of us.

I didn’t tell Art about my mom’s phone call that night. We were going on with our lives and it seemed so farfetched that I didn’t want to get his hopes up.


To be continued….


A Faith Tested, Part Five

A Faith Tested, Part Five

I swallowed the flutter in my throat and said nothing.

“Christina changed her mind again and wants us to come and get the baby now.”

I could feel the flutters in my stomach, the rest of my body had gone numb. “What?”

He took a deep breath, slowly exhaling it. “I told Susan we were in Florida, she advised us to fly home today if possible.” He sighed keeping his eyes on me. “What do you want to do Rhonda?”

I pressed my hand to my heart and felt it pounding. “I don’t know, what do you think?”

“I can call the airport and see about changing our flight?”

“Okay, yes! Let’s go home and get our baby.”

We flew home that night. It was too late to go to the adoption agency, but Susan promised to meet us there first thing in the morning. We didn’t sleep much that night and rose early again the next morning. When we arrived at the adoption agency, Susan was waiting for us as promised. The baby would be brought over to the agency once all the paperwork was signed.

We chatted nervously for a while as we looked over the papers. This was it, our little girl would be here soon. When the phone in the office rang we thought it was the receptionist letting us know the baby was here. Susan left the office only to return a few minutes later empty handed.

My heart began to beat faster as I studied her face. She walked towards me and gently placed her hands on my shoulders. “Rhonda, I’m so sorry …”

The tears began to fall. “No, you can’t keep doing this to us.”

Art ran over to me and put his arms around me. “We flew back from Florida last night; you said she wanted us to have the baby.” His voice was angry.

Shaking her head Susan wiped the tears misting her eyes. “I know, I don’t know what happened. She changed her mind once again today. I’m so sorry.”

Still crying, Art and I walked out of her office without saying another word.


To be continued….


A Faith Tested, Part Four

A Faith Tested, Part Four

“Is something wrong with the baby?” I asked interrupting her, my heart in my throat.

She shook her head no before looking at the ground. “I don’t know how to tell you this except to come right out and say it.” She took a deep breath while we held ours. “The birth mother has changed her mind and doesn’t want to give her up now.”

I felt like I had just been punched in the stomach. “No, not again, please let us just talk to her…”

I couldn’t go on the tears were pooling in my eyes threatened to break through. I didn’t know how I could go on after this. Why God? Why would you let this happen to us again?

I’m not sure how I got home that day, I was numb. I couldn’t go near the baby’s room without breaking into tears. Decorations from the baby shower were still sitting on my mantel and everywhere I looked I saw baby items for a baby I didn’t have.  I had to get away for a while, lick my wounds, and come to terms with the fact, that I might never become a mom.

Art wasn’t doing much better than I was, and he agreed that we needed to leave home for a while.  We wanted to go someplace happy and settled on Disney World, it is after all the happiest place on Earth right? We left for Florida the next day, hoping that our heavy hearts would find some joy once again.

The humid air greeted us as we stepped off the air plane was a welcomed relief to the dryness we had at home. Beautiful flowers, dotted the landscape of lush green bushes surrounding the airport. I was excited as we drove to the hotel. It was nice to not have to think about anything.

After dropping off our bags in our room, we decided to head over to Disney World. It was a short drive and on the way we chatted about how different Florida was from Colorado. The parking lot was huge and the amount of cars filing to get in was a clear indication of its popularity. My husband and I, had been talking about going to Disney World for years, but like lots of things we just put it off.

We spent the first day exploring the different worlds, admiring the work that was put into it. We sampled a variety of food along the way. Everywhere we went, we were surrounded by families of all kinds. I had always imagined that we would one day take our own child here, but with each disappointment, I feared it wouldn’t ever happen.

The next day we had an early start and were just starting to explore Epcot when Art’s phone rang. He walked over by the pond and I figured it must be something to do with work. I continued to meander through the small shops keeping an eye on him.

When he came back, he was shaking his head. “You’re not going to believe this.”

He looked upset and I worried that it was about work. “Is it work?”

He shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. “That was Susan at the adoption agency.”


To be continued….


A Faith Tested, Part Three

A Faith Tested, Part Three


Opening a file on the table she scanned it before looking up at us. “Well, I’m going to give you a little background into the birth mother. First of all she is married, but the baby isn’t her husband’s. He has been away and she would rather he didn’t find out about it. She has a child at home with him, and this baby came as somewhat of a surprise.”

Taking a deep breath, I processed the information. “Does her family know about the baby?”

“I don’t believe so, but you are welcome to ask her.”

We all turned toward the door when a young woman in her early twenties walked in. She looked nervous but offered up a friendly hello.

Over the next hour we talked about a hundred different things. What our likes and dislikes were, to what our favorite foods were. Before we had left we exchanged our information and set a date for another meeting.  My husband and I left feeling hopeful and happy for the first time in a long time.

As the next few months flew by, we met with the young mother several times. She gave up pictures of the ultra sound and we hung them on the refrigerator. We found out that it was a little girl and everything was going great. The birth mother wanted to have us in the delivery room with her and asked us to pick out a name that she could begin calling her by.

As the due date got closer, my friends and family threw us a baby shower. We had her room all ready and we were on call day and night. When the call came that the birth mother was in labor, we rushed to the hospital. Both my husband and I were nervous but excited to meet her. With the final push out she came, a head full of hair and lusty cry. The birth mother asked my husband to cut the cord and with tears in his eyes he did. The first time I held her, was a moment I’ll never forget.

Later that night as the baby went to the nursery and the birth mother was resting, we said our goodbyes and promised to be back first thing in the morning. It was a long day but we had a daughter, we joked about how tonight would be our last night in a long time to sleep. I laughed thinking I wasn’t sure if I could sleep, I was too excited. I wanted to stay at the hospital but the nurses told me it would be better for me to go home and get some rest.

The next morning as the first rays of sunshine began to light the sky, my husband and I were both up and dressed. We got to the hospital around seven am and were told to wait in the waiting room, because our case worker was coming down to get us. We figured it was just a formality. When Susan walked through the doors we jumped up and rushed towards her. We had brought some flowers for the birth mom along with an outfit for the baby and her car seat. I was so preoccupied with seeing the baby that I didn’t really look to closely at Susan until she asked us to sit back down.

Her face was grim. “Art, Rhonda…”

To be continued…..