When Love Takes You In: An Adoption Story

Tonight I want to talk to you about Abortion and Adoption.

“Getting right to the point are we?”

Yes, I very much am.

I want to be straightforward with you all here and say that this post has nothing to do with the rights and wrongs. I have my clear cut values and so do you. Whether we agree or not is up for a different conversation. What I want to do is tell you how two women’s decision not to abort a baby changed my life.

Adoption has always been a talking point in my family. My mom has a huge heart for the little girls in China and has always wanted to bring home a little girl. Unfortunately, for whatever reason the Lord never saw fit to do so. A few years ago the desire was re-birthed in my parents hearts and this we set out to make a forever home for a Chinese baby girl.

We knew that it wasn’t going to be a quick and easy path but we knew it would be worth it. My parent’s hearts were inevitably set on a child with some kind of physical issue. They felt that they were in the most danger within the Chinese society. Unfortunately, the Chinese government places very little to no value on girls, especially those with physical handicaps. We knew we had to act fast.

We had to raise the funds ourselves and so our journey consisted of numerous fundraisers and donations. Our family was truly shown the love of God through the people who helped us acquire these funds. We couldn’t even try and deny that this was something God was telling us to do.

Along the road my parents were approached by a friend in the church. She knew of a baby boy in our town who was in need of a foster home. The baby was only a year old, his mother a heavy drug addict, and his grandparents too old to take care of him. The idea was initially proposed to my sisters and I and I didn’t quite know what to think. I mean, I wasn’t upset or angry but rather weary of the prospect. I didn’t want to fall in love with a baby boy only to have him stripped from my family a few months later. We had seen it happen time and time again. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to handle the pain but we continued on with it.

I remember the day I met my little buddy. I’m pretty sure I antagonized him by putting something on top of his head and making him balance it. You know, typical things a one year old can’t do. Needless to say my heart melted from the first sight of him.


It was weird having a baby in our home but I didn’t want him to go anywhere else. Why would I ever want him to go back with his crack mother who aborted his brothers and sisters? Why would I ever want to send him to his own personal hell? I loved this little boy but my heart was still weary.1450821_10151948716542622_701627207_n

In the midst of fostering little Jon Jon we were inching closer and closer to bringing home a baby girl. We finally were matched with one who had a cleft lip, no palate, and no body strength at all. She was left on the doorstep of the hospital, abandoned by her parents. She laid in a wooden crib for the first year of her life, constantly screaming for attention but with none given by her attendants. To the Chinese people she was just another waste of space, a fading breath in the communist community. She didn’t belong. It’s a wonder that she wasn’t left on the side of road to die. It wouldn’t have been the first time.


Time passed by and our battle in court only became more and more extended. The mother never showed up to sign the rights over and so the judge continued to extend her grace (pointless). To make an incredibly long story shorter we finally were given the rights to adopt Jon. He became a Malin a short year after we welcomed him into our home.

I like to think that He’s been a Malin ever since the day he was born. Sure, he’s blonde but he has my dad’s eyes and my momma’s heart. You can’t help but fall in love with his witty three year old sarcasm.

A few months later my parents took off for China and three weeks after their departure arrived home with yet another baby. Little Piper (Pipsqueak) finally found a home. For the first time in her life she had been held by someone who genuinely loved her. For the first time in her life her cries were answered by genuine care. For the first time in her life she had a bed to sleep in.


It’s been a full year since we looked baby Pipsqueak in the eyes. She couldn’t walk, sit up, or eat much when we first got her. She’s now a healthy, walking, sass machine. She still can’t pronounce words but she’s slowly getting there. Regardless of her inability to accentuate, she will most definitely let you know if she’s tired of you. That little Chinese finger of hers gets wagging and you know she’s set her target on you.


You may ask me why I believe in God and before the babies I would give you a theological, biblical answer. Now I would just simply look at you, smile, and point to Jon Benjamin Malin and Piper Jade Malin. They are the complete picture of God’s mercy, grace, and saving power. They are the example of how true love can change a life (I’d probably add more biblical stuff behind that too..lol). They are an example that abortion really isn’t the answer.

Bold statement, I know but I’m ok with that.

I would die fighting for the rights of unborn children. Why? Well, t17828_1420330931611689_8723778007774340154_nheir mothers could
have chosen to abort them. In fact, Jon’s mother chose that option on multi
le occasions. It makes me sick. Piper’s parents could have aborted her or just left her to die. Instead the hand of God moved them to do something selfish. They gave up a burden but God turned it into a major blessing.

My life will never be the same because of these babies.

You’ve heard about a place called home
But there doesn’t seem to be one for you
So one more night you cry yourself to sleep
And drift off to a distant dream
Where love takes you in and everything changes
A miracle starts with the beat of a heart
When love takes you home and says you belong here
The loneliness ends and a new life begins
When love takes you in”11052391_1503268506651264_824131063550780478_n


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