At times, I feel so much pressure from the people in my home—all seeking my attention: two adopted moms, my husband, and my teenage daughter. But I remind myself that this is a privilege, right? Sometimes, the stress clouds that vision. I’m immensely grateful that the two mothers are wonderful companions to each other. It’s remarkable how God works. When He sends one, He often sends another to fulfill needs I alone can’t meet. It creates a beautiful, symbiotic relationship where one is more dependent, allowing the other to feel needed through service.
It all began when my daughter was about four years old, and I was ready for another child. Wanting to discern God’s will, I decided to be like the persistent widow, in Luke 18:1-8, and prayed daily for a year, asking, “God, do You want me to conceive, adopt, or not have any more children?” By the end of that year, adoption doors closed, and a few months later, God convicted me strongly. He wanted us to care for an elderly couple in their 90s—church members we had visited regularly. The husband asked if we would take them in. We said yes, and that decision changed our lives.
Saying yes to God also allowed me to witness one of the most beautiful love stories I’ve ever seen. The first elderly couple we cared for, both 94, still held hands, exchanged sweet greetings, and shared endearing moments every day. The wife would often say, “I couldn’t look over the whole world and find a better man than my husband.” After she passed, her husband, so devoted, lost his will to live and passed away just three months later. Their love was extraordinary, a gift I wouldn’t have experienced had I not said yes to God.
Over the past 11 years, we’ve cared for seven elderly people, or as I came to realize, children God sent for us to adopt. Each time, we didn’t seek them out—God brought them to us and asked, “Are you willing to take in another?” I’ve never been able to conceive again, but that’s okay. God’s plan has been transformational for me.
One of the most profound lessons I’ve learned is the beauty of the symbiotic relationships God orchestrates. After the passing of our first elderly couple, a 90-year-old widower from our church asked to move in with us. Just a week later, another elderly man, about ten years younger, requested to return to live in our home. Initially, I was perplexed—“God, what are You doing?” Soon, the purpose became evident. The younger man, being more capable, became a companion and caregiver to the older man. They developed a precious bond, meeting each other’s needs in ways I, as a younger woman, could not.
They worshipped together, watched church services online, and even shared practical life skills. The younger man gifted the older one his old smartphone and patiently taught him how to use it to check the weather and news. It was amazing to see someone of his age navigating technology with such confidence!
In the final moments of the older man’s life, his dear friend remained by his side, holding his hand, offering love, and sharing a sacred time of communion. When the older man could no longer speak, he gestured for a pen to write a note. Though his handwriting was faint and difficult to decipher, one word stood out clearly: “love.” Witnessing their deep bond and unwavering friendship was an extraordinary privilege—one I will treasure forever.
One of our adopted moms, though nearly blind, radiates joy, contentment, and unwavering gratitude. Despite her physical limitations, she maintains a vibrant phone ministry, sharing encouragement, offering counsel, and praying with her friends and family. Her deep, hearty laughter is absolutely contagious and one of my favorite sounds—it fills our home with warmth and happiness. Her kindness, patience, and loving nature make her a perfect fit for our family.
The other adopted mom has been part of our lives, on and off, for nearly 19 years. At 80, she exudes the energy, joy, and enthusiasm of someone half her age. Her childlike trust in God, boundless generosity, and remarkable ability to forgive inspire me every day. She has been a wise counselor, a nurturing mother figure, and an unwavering source of support in our family.
The elderly man who returned to our home became affectionately known as “Grandpa.” He lived with us for eight years and quickly became a beloved member of our family. A retired physicist and skilled cabinet maker, Grandpa was like a true grandfather to my daughter and a wellspring of wisdom for all of us. His humility, patience, and gentle spirit provided a living example of what Christ-like character truly looks like.
Through all these experiences, God has revealed His character to me in ways I never expected. He’s shown me traits of humility, patience, and love through the people He’s placed in my home. Each one has been a part of His plan to shape me into the person He wants me to be.
God’s path isn’t always what we envision, but it’s always better. He answered my prayer for another child in ways I never could have imagined. Instead of traditional motherhood, He gave me the opportunity to care for His elderly children. Looking back, I wouldn’t change a thing. Each yes to God has brought blessings and growth beyond measure.
Let God turn your no’s into yes’s—you’ll be so glad you did.
Amen ♥