One day, while at our house, our youngest grandson, Frankie, wanted to not eat something. His Mama told him he had to eat them and he decided to call upon his Daddy and appeal his case. Raph told him, “Frankie, it doesn’t work for you to ask Daddy when Mommy says you have to do something. Mommy and I are a team and what she says is what I will say. Eat what Mommy tells you to eat.”Their oldest son, Si, sitting on the floor, already liberated by reason of having finished his plate looked up at his Auntie Rach and said with great confidentiality, “I know dat don’ work. I be learnin’!”
And on that note, I’d like to share that we have a court date for the adoption of Simon Mark Yutzy, Liam K. Yutzy and Franklin L. Yutzy that is in the very near future. And they have all “been learnin’!” Still very much little boys, but the agency would like to use Raph and Gina for their “poster family for adoption” once things are finalized, so impressed are they with the progress the boys have made.
Our family gives grateful praise! There’s been a lot of broken dreams along the way and days when Raph and Gina didn’t know if they were going or coming. In the beginning, I worried some about our son’s eyes and the desperation that I saw there. They went from being this carefree couple, doing what they wanted, both working and hoping for one little one — maybe two to foster with the hopes of adopting, but their world was shaken to its core one February night when they were asked to take THREE little boys, ages three, two and one on a day’s notice.
The boys were frightened and confused and so, so wild. Certain Man would sometimes ask Raph how he was doing, and he would say, “To tell you the truth, Dad. I’m really overwhelmed.” I would sometimes try to comfort him when things were especially bad that “not all placements are a good fit.” and that it wasn’t a bad thing to be cautious and wise. I said to him one night, “You know, Son, our God is so big that he won’t make something right for the boys that is wrong for you.” He was quiet. Pensive.
And so the weeks went by, and as the days passed, on the rare times we were together, I noticed a change in our tall son’s demeanor and his way of dealing with his three little boys. And then, one day, he told me this story:
“One day, Mama, I was in my truck (he was a delivery man for Troyer’s Furniture in Sugar Creek, Ohio) and I sorta’ had like an epiphany. I was complaining to the LORD and I was saying, ‘God, I can’t do this. It is just too hard. I want my life back, I want my wife back. I want to come home from work and get on the couch and watch T.V. and not have to worry about anything. It’s just too hard I can’t do it!”
He said that it was like the presence of the LORD filled that truck and he felt like God said to him, “Raph, I didn’t redeem you for ‘easy.’ This IS hard, and it’s going to be hard. But I am going to be with you, and if this is what I have for you to do, you CAN do it.” That may not be word for word, but it is how I remember him telling me, and it has helped him so much — and not only him, but me, too, when things just feel too hard or too deep or too long to press through, I keep hearing, “I didn’t redeem you for ‘easy’!”
And so, our family is planning a celebration. The boys have been a part of our family for almost 17 months, and very soon, LORD willing, it is scheduled to be made official. Bring on the bells and whistles! This family is ready to dance!!!