Douglass Adoption Fund

Hi There! We have teamed up with Gobena Coffee to raise funds for our Adoption.  50% of everything you purchase will go towards our adoption fund. On top of that we have received a matching grant so that makes 100% of the price will go to our adoption fund. Thanks for your support and enjoy the fresh roasted coffee! Also if you spend over $50, you get free shipping!

Have you heard our adoption testimony?

We are adopting a sweet baby from Eastern Africa and have been awarded a very generous matching grant from Mosaic Church in Central Florida! We have been in the process for about a year and a half and we are currently waiting on our referral. I’m by no means whatsoever a runner but, I imagine this is what that final stretch feels like before you can see the finish line.

We are both in ministry and have spent copius amounts of time on the missions field all across the globe. That precious time is what opened our eyes and planted a seed in our hearts for orphans.

This is my (Rachel’s) original blog post about when we found out about our infertility issues….

I was driving in downtown Nashville while I was on the phone with Caleb. We were still pretty young in our love. He had been WebMD-ing which was my least favorite characteristic of his. He has since been delivered!

Backstory: Some of you know that Caleb had a rare type of cancer as a child. He had a Wilms tumor. Twice. The first time it was removed and he went through chemo therapy. When it came back, he went through chemo and radiation therapy. Wilms tumors are located in your kidneys. Just for a brief anatomy lesson, your kidneys are near your reproductive areas.

Caleb was telling me that WebMD informed him that he may not be able to have kids because of the chemo and radiation that he had as a child. In case you don’t know us, its pretty obvious that I didn’t marry him for the sole purpose of reproducing. I dated him and married him because I love him and he’s the most wonderful kind of human.

Fast forward two years:

The week of our wedding, all my best friends were placing bets on how long until we got pregnant. We had wagers from a week to a year. We weren’t in any rush because we wanted to travel and “get settled” which I’m sure is what most newly weds desire.

After 10 months of not “not trying”, I think we both started to get a little worried. I didn’t necessarily want to be pregnant but it seemed that each month I was a little heartbroken that I wasn’t. I had a short conversation with my doctor about what we might have problems with and we decided to go ahead test stuff out just so we know. This was mainly my idea because I was worried that since I’m “older” than Caleb, I didn’t want to wait too long and start trying and find out when it could possibly be too late or higher risk.

The day after the test on December 23, the nurse from the office called me early in the morning with the result. This day would be Christmas Eve.

She asked us to come back in for another consultation with our doctor. We had already spent a bit of money to date. I told her we couldn’t afford another consultation right now so she just told me the results over the phone.

To sum it up, she told us that the mountains we thought we would face, did, in fact, exist.

In all seriousness, couldn’t she have waited to give this report until after Christmas? I mean, really? She told us when we were ready to come back in and talk with our doctor about other options to give her a call back.

So, Caleb wakes up and is dancing around the house singing Christmas songs and being super cute and I’m like a zombie, numb and cold, on the couch trying to stay composed.

In my head, Im thinking, ‘Do I tell him today?’, ‘Can I realistically hold this in all day today and tomorrow and wait until the day after Christmas?’, ‘Was it so selfish of me to even ask for this test? I mean, did we really need to know?’. Finally, we had the fire going and were laying on the floor, watching TV, trying to stay warm, and I just told him.

We were silent for about 10 minutes and then Caleb snuggled his head under my pillow and cried. It was the most heart wrenching moment in my life. I felt like a big cuss word for even making him go through this testing.

The next couple hours were lacking in words and full of effort to make things “normal”. Every so often, he would ask question about it.

Now (2016):

It’s not any easier. I still think about it everyday. Every month. I now know how it feels to see a status update about someone being pregnant when you’re not. I emphasize with my other friends who are going through infertility issues.

This is what I/we know:

God is good and His ways are perfect.

I wouldn’t have my life any other way. Caleb is still the most incredible man on the planet for me. He is full of grace and embodies unconditional love.

God CAN make a way where there is no way. And He will.

We have the best friends ever and we don’t know how that happened. Their prayers and support and text messages and phone calls brighten our days.

We have ALWAYS wanted to adopt a child.

We will still be parents. Just maybe not the most conventional way…but who knows?

Our journey isn’t over. It’s just beginning. This was part of Gods plan all along. And, I’m thankful for that. I’m humbled that He trusts us with this.

Doctors offices should have protocols on when is a good time to inform patients with bad reports.

What we could use:

Prayer. For everything. For peace. For our hearts and bodies. For direction. For miracles. For God’s resources and provision as we continue the wild ride that is the international adoption process.

“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”