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When I was a child growing up in Ohio, a local television station would play all the great old movies and musicals on the weekend. I'd watch them, mesmerized. I wanted to grow up and marry a man like the leading men of that time with dark hair and blue eyes and have three or four children. That was my dream.

On my first day at college I met a guy named Troy VanLiere. He was funny and good natured and down-to-earth, but he had red hair and eyes that were gray or at other times green, depending on what he was wearing. Imagine my confusion when in our junior year Troy and I fell in love. I thought, "Lord, did you get my memo back when I was six? The dark-haired-blue-eyed memo? Is that ringing any bells at all?"

Four years into our marriage, I got pregnant and was sick every day. I'd walk our dog around the neighborhood and vomit in someone's yard. Neighbors would see me and say, "Grab the hose, Harry. Here comes that crazy woman who always vomits in our yard." One day I woke up and I wasn't sick--and I knew something was wrong. I went to the doctor and discovered that I had lost the baby.

Two years later we sat down with a noted physician, and without any small talk he said, "You have a 10 percent chance of having children." Troy and I went to lunch following that appointment, and I cried throughout the meal. Again I thought, "Didn't you get that memo, God? Didn't you get any of those memos over the years?" All my childhood dreams of having children were gone. I would discover that infertility is a very lonely road to travel. At the time there was a pregnant 16-year-old in our church. The next year, there were two 16-year-olds. At one time, there were four baby showers listed in the church bulletin; it was the greatest sadness in my life because I knew our names would never be listed there.

I learned how to give myself shots in the leg as part of our medical treatment, and at the end of each round of shots Troy was supposed to give me a shot in my hip muscle. He was terrified. We went to the doctor's office so he could learn how to do it, but I was sick that morning. I had a sinus infection and was feverish as well, but throughout our wait I kept encouraging Troy. "I can't do this," he said.

"You'll do fine."

"I'm going to pass out."

"You're not going to pass out. You'll be fine!"

The nurse brought us into a room and filled a needle with saline solution. She showed Troy which muscle to give the shot in and said, "Be sure the needle is right there in the middle and not off to the side because you'll hit her sciatic nerve, and it could paralyze her." Troy's face dropped. Now he had yet something else to worry about! He stuck the needle in my hip muscle, and I could feel the saline solution travel all the way down to my toes. I stood up and said, "Gee, I don't feel so." and was about to fall on the floor when the nurse caught me. "Lord," I thought, "this is not what I wanted. Come on! Something's got to give."

I was mad that others could easily get pregnant and we couldn't. I started reading the Bible with a vengeance. I thought, "Okay, God, I know You've got promises in here about a happy home and that whole thing about a full quiver. I'm going to find those verses and throw them back in your face."

All my life I had been aware of Psalm 37:4, which says, "Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart." I was feeling as if God was a liar because the desires of my heart weren't turning out the way I expected.

I would pray, "Lord, fix my body. Fix Troy's body." But the more I dug into Scriptures, the more I realized that sometimes our dreams and plans have to die. Gradually I started praying, "Lord, fix my heart."

Months later I read in Psalms that God "settles the barren woman in her home as the happy mother of children." I turned the Bible upside down and inside out looking for the word "biological," but it wasn't there. It said that the barren woman would be a happy mother of children. Period. It was then that I knew that Troy and I were being lifted up as adoptive parents.

I prayed, "I know You have a child for us, but if we're going to adopt, You must provide the money." I knew how much an adoption would cost, and I knew we didn't have that extra money just lying around. However, once again I found a passage in the Bible: "God is able to do exceedingly abundantly beyond all that we ask or think."

Sometime later, our phone rang. It was someone I had done writing for years earlier. He said, "Donna, are you still writing because I've got some huge projects coming up." I had more freelance writing work than I could keep up with that year. Checks were coming in that consistently paid off every single one of our adoption bills. I often tell people that if God wants a child in your home, believe that He will provide a way to get that child there!

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