Let the Children Come to Me

My lover and I celebrated 9 years together in July. When we first got together I had no idea that he wanted a child. After about 2 years into the relationship we started discussing children and having a family. We discussed all of the options we might be able to take advantage of in order to have a child. I love children, but I did not have any plans on having any, raising any, or anything of that nature. However my better half wanted one, so I said that if he wanted one, then I would support the decision.

I thought I would be supportive at least since I believed it would never happen. Well, around the time of our third anniversary I started to notice that in conversations with some of our friends, my lover was telling them we were going to have a baby. They of course would ask how. My lover always, I mean always respond, “I don’t know, but I have talked with God about it, and I know he is going to bless me.” Well, after many months of hearing the same response, to the same question, on the same topic, I finally said to him, “God is not going to give us a baby, honey. We don’t “live right”.” He quickly responded, “You can say what you want, but I know I will be blessed.” He continued, “I have a personal relationship with God, and I know he loves me, and he blesses me daily. No one can make me believe otherwise. I have had too many blessings in my life to doubt his love for me.” These words stuck with me. I started to nurture my relationship with God. I had always prayed, due to my upbringing, but I sometimes felt my prayers were unheard. I know now that my apprehension came from all the negativity I have heard all my life from “The Judgemental Christians” in my life. You know the ones who apply the Bible to everyone’s lives but their own. The ones who can tell you exactly why you are going to hell, but won’t ever admit they have reservations, too.

Well, about 6 months before our sixth anniversary, my better half changed his response about having a child to, “We are going to have a baby, very soon. The Lord promised me a baby before I turn 30 years old.”

A few months later we got a call from a couple that my better half grew up with, and hadn’t seen in a long while, since he no longer lived in his hometown. They were very distressed that the wife was once again pregnant. They had come to a decision that they could not take care of this child, and asked if we would. Mind you, we had never discussed having children with this couple. They said when they discussed putting the child up for adoption, they thought of my better half immediately. (Wonder how that thought got in their heads?) Well, in September 1996 we were blessed with a beautiful baby boy. Even though the doctors told the birth mother up until delivery she was having a girl. I think God knew a boy would be easier for us. Four months later in January my better half turned 30 years old. GOD IS GOOD ALL THE TIME!!!!

The blessing of that baby boy changed my life. I can see that God does love me, and he does hear and answer my prayers. Our son is now 2 years old, turning 3 in September. We have been to the emergency room once, for an ear infection. He started walking one week after he turned 9 months old. He could tell people his name at 16 months. He learned the ABC song at 20 months. We are stopped everywhere because people can’t believe how well he talks and how bright he is. I knew from the moment I looked at him he was destined for greatness becaues he was touched by God. He has been remarkable, and it has truly been a joy raising him. I thank God for bringing him into our lives daily. This experience has made me believe that I can be GBLT and Christian also.