Fighting For and Against a Champion

Carlin In Romania #1

Our baby, trapped in Romania, often confined to a crib with no arms to hold her, waiting and waiting for a family she didn’t even know was fighting to get her home

Once upon a time, I said it had been a two-year battle. Then I discovered more and declared that it had been a four-year battle. I revised this one more time down the road and said that it had been a six-year battle. Now it’s been  twelve years, and I no longer deceive myself into thinking it’s a battle we’ve won yet. I never dreamed that a heart-winning process could be so long. I know differently now.

Sometimes life is just harder than words can describe, and that’s especially true when it involves adopted children who have been broken almost beyond repair before they ever even get into our arms.

It’s sometimes hard to find the right balance when it comes to sharing with a watching world.

We desire the protection of our children’s privacy as they work through the tough, not-so-attractive stuff, and we don’t want the beauty of adoption lost in our sharing of the uglier side of parenting these miracles.

On the other hand, we also don’t want to paint a picture full of misconceptions that the life our family leads is one that runs only along sunny paths strewn with roses.

We want, to the best of our ability, to accurately represent what God is doing in our lives — through our family. And sometimes that means sharing some of the yucky stuff.

Today we celebrate our Carlin’s 14th birthday. Her story has been one of the toughest of our adoption journey. It’s been wrought with deception and pain and betrayal. It’s left us with holes in our tired hearts that will scar over, but never go away.

But it has also had many beautiful moments that have encouraged us to press on.

Carlin Jessica means, “little fighter/champion beheld by God,” and we are certain that God has never taken His eyes off of our girl.

But oh, there have been times — so many times — when she has fought His love and our love with all the strength her shredded little heart could muster.

This can happen when little ones are betrayed too many times. Something breaks, making it pretty much impossible for them to ever trust anyone, love anyone, accept love from anyone again.

She’s not the only Rosenow who has stepped — or is still stepping — to this very intricate dance. Wanting our love and true acceptance so badly; coming close to surrendering; being jerked back by something inside that just won’t let go; pushing with all her might against all who love her; suddenly recognizing the aching desire for this love and choosing to back up and  try again. Sometimes things look so “okay” on the outside — often for very long periods — and then it all crumbles or it becomes clear that it was mostly all a facade.

The healing is happening. We are sure that, in spite of the steps backward, this dance also includes steps forward — enough of them that there is actual forward motion. But it is indescribably slow.

Sometimes I fear that we’ll run out of steam before we ever reach the point of actual victory. Then I remember that God has promised. She is His. We are His. He will never leave us to fight this alone. He is the Master — THE Victor — when it comes to heart battles. He can reach in deeper . . . . deeper . . . way past the point where our human love and methods can reach.

The real, real Carlin is in there. Still locked away much of the time, but over the years, we’ve seen more and more glimpses of her, and we know that there is a work going on inside the deepest part of her that we believe will eventually result in a beautifully finished masterpiece of God.

We know that, no matter how many times we want to give up, no matter how many times we feel that it’s hopeless, we must press on. This child is our daughter. Too many people quit on her before she got to us. We have promised that we will never, ever quit on her. We promise her that daily, knowing that we can trust God to carry us through that promise.

And it’s not just about her.

The truth is ever present in our minds and evident in our walks with our Heavenly Father that this unbelievably hard task of reaching a child’s true heart is part of His refining of our own hearts.

There’s nothing like dealing with someone else’s uglies to make you so very aware of your own uglies and need for redemption and healing. So many times, as we’ve tried to process the pain caused by our daughter’s rejections of us and betrayals of our love, I’ve been startled to bump right up against myself in her actions. I’ve said to myself, “Wow. That’s exactly how I act toward God!”

I’ve been faced with the disappointing reality that there are so many pieces of my heart that I’m withholding from Him; that I also dance backward and forward as I give Him some of those pieces, and then snatch them back. She has been the mirror (one of the mirrors) God has chosen to use, to help me better see myself.

He has planned each child for this family, brought them home at just the right time, and is busy every minute of every day rubbing us together, mixing our pain and our joy and our past hurts and our future hopes all together into something that will one day be beautiful.

If we will surrender to this polishing, refining process, we will all come out as better people on the other side. Our bodies and our hearts will be battered beyond recognition. I’m sure of this because I witness it every day. But the real us — the us inside these imperfect earthly bodies — will be slowly, slowly shaped into the likeness of our Savior. If we will surrender.

Constantly I pray for my children’s surrender of their hearts, their wills, their love to us as their parents, and of their entire beings to God as their true Father.

I pray that they will choose this surrender so that they will be free. Free to feel our love for them in their deepest beings. Free to trust us with their very lives and their heart secrets. Free to soar well beyond the limits that their previous lives set for them, where they will discover all that God created them to be.

I pray for that with all my heart. And every day, we commit anew to staying this course by our children’s sides.

Today, we will celebrate Carlin’s 14th birthday and her presence in our home. Today, we will thank God again for reaching into Carlin’s dark world, snatching her out, and bringing her to us.

We will continue looking forward, hungrily grasping every hint of light and hope that we see, and we will continue allowing God to chip away at our own brokenness as we follow His leading and command to passionately love and parent Carlin and all of our children through to adulthood.

I will never give up hope that she will someday emerge whole, intact, and well-prepared to serve as His champion. And He will never take His eyes off of her.

The crib where she spent so much of her life when there wasn't a missionary available to hold and care for her

The crib where Carlin spent so much of her life when there wasn’t a missionary available to hold and care for her

Carlin In Romania #3

Beautiful little girl - already losing the ability to trust and hope

Beautiful little girl – already losing the ability to trust and hope

Alison, the missionary nurse - angel - placed there by God to care for Carlin as often as she was able -- and to eventually became practically part of our family

Alison, the missionary nurse – angel – placed there by God to care for Carlin as often as she was able — and to eventually become practically part of our family

Finally home after an almost-two-year battle to complete her adoption

Finally home after an almost-two-year battle to complete her adoption

carlin lying on gandalf

The internal turmoil was already so obvious, almost from the beginning

The internal turmoil was already so obvious, almost from the beginning

Home where a mommy can carry her through many difficult surgeries

Home where Mommy can carry her through many difficult surgeries

With a new brother to love and care for her

With a new brother to love and care for her

Alison comes for a visit and becomes a dear family friend and aunt-figure to all of our children

Alison comes for a visit and becomes a dear family friend and aunt-figure to all of our children

Another hero who fought for Carlin and many other orphans in Romania

A visit from another hero who fought for Carlin and many other orphans in Romania

More surgery - with Daddy to help her every step of the way

More surgery – with Daddy to help her every step of the way

So precious

So precious

Holding a brand new sister - Carlin's capacity to love has always been so clearly seen in her care and concern toward her baby sister, Kathryn

Holding a brand new sister – Carlin’s capacity to love has always been so clearly seen in her care and concern toward her baby sister, Kathryn

Sometimes, the peace is within reach - this story isn't finished yet

Sometimes, the peace is so tangibly within reach – this story isn’t finished yet

Taking part in her oldest sister's wedding -- along with all of her other siblings

Taking part in her oldest sister’s wedding — along with all of her other siblings

One day at a time . . .

One day at a time . . .

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6 thoughts on “Fighting For and Against a Champion

    • So, obviously I did find your blog at some point, even though I just commented on another post and said I couldn’t find it. 🙂 I don’t know why I can’t found you now. I’ll have to keep looking. I think my Internet is really goofy today. Have a beautiful weekend.

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