“Your past may explain you, but it doesn’t define you.” This last installment of our summer series, “The Stuff I Learned,” is an honest story of one family’s struggle through the dark, hard places of trauma and despair, to the places (and person) of Hope.
Don’t miss out on this amazing interview with adoptee, Sandeep Thomas, and his two special guests (you’ll have to listen to find out who!), as they share how they have found, and continue to find, hope, joy, and gratitude on the sometimes difficult journey of adoption.
Human Immunodeficiency Virus, known as HIV, is a global disease. But it’s also very misunderstood. Along with that, it carries a big stigma. In today’s episode you’ll hear the story of one couple who intentionally chose to adopt a son who was HIV positive.
It’s been a common theme in the short life of this podcast, that goes something like this… “God called us to do this. We listened, we followed, chose to trust, and here we are.” Sounds easy, maybe even a little cavalier. But that’s often the nature of choosing to do something radical, and then trusting that God is going to take care of you the entire way.
The adoption process can bring about a roller coaster ride of emotions. Over the past 13 years we’ve experienced more than we can count. From the excitement of beginning the journey, to the trails you face later. It’s real and can be all consuming. How do you ride this wild ride and keep your sanity?
In the winter of 2002 we sat in the empty choir room of a large church on the north side of Indianapolis, listening to a woman talk about adoption. The idea both excited and terrified us. At a friend’s advice we showed up for the meeting. After some time to process all we had heard, we began filling out the lengthy paperwork. That was also the beginning of the roller coaster of emotions we would ride for the next several years.
Fourteen years ago we became adoptive parents and our lives changed forever. But our story didn’t start off as perfect and beautiful as some may believe. We had some big questions, with very few answers.
The argument we were having was completely my fault.
It was a cold November night in 1998 as we sat in my car, fighting on our college campus. It wasn’t a bad fight. More like a heated disagreement. Kristin wore a diamond ring on her left ring finger so things were about to get real in just a few months. These types of disagreements were healthy, so we were told.