Girls’ Night Out Story #6: Toodie Schaper

The journey I am sharing is our adoption story of our daughter, Heather, in the form of prayer journaling. And it begins in the spring of 1984. We had been married for 6 years already…


Dear God, My sister, Debbie, called today to tell me she’s going to have a baby. I want to be happy for her, but the hurt inside me seems too big to get past.

Father, You’ve given me everything–a loving husband, a nice home, a good income, You’ve met every need and given me blessings beyond measure. But Father, there’s one more thing I would ask–my arms ache to hold my own baby. If it would be Your will, would you bring us a baby?

Father– Today I am on my knees. The sun is streaming in and it’s a glorious morning. I’ve knelt before You to ask, Father, for forgiveness for my selfish desires. I ask to be totally emptied and that you would fill the emptiness with overflowing joy for Debbie’s baby.

O Lord, how good You are to answer me so quickly! You’ve given me some precious scripture to cling to.


 “How priceless is Your unfailing love! Both high and low among men find refuge in the shadow of Your wings.” Psalm 36:7

You’ve provided this sanctuary for me while You heal my hurts. And then you give me hope to cling to!

“Trust in the Lord and do good. Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord, trust in Him and He will do this. Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him.” Psalm 37:3-5, 7

Father, I do believe You have a child for us.Father, thank You for the gift of faith. I do believe you have a child for us somewhere and in Your perfect timing You will answer our prayers. But Father, sometimes I get so discouraged–adoption looks nearly impossible through my eyes–give me Your vision that I might persevere. We’ve been trying to get on a list for a year now and no one has any babies. So many are being killed each day and so many couples would give anything for a chance to raise one of them. When will this abortion madness end?

Father–today like many other days, I pray for our baby. Has she even been conceived yet? I ask for her health while her birth mom carries her–and I ask for Your protective hand on the birth mom, too. Thank You, Father, that somewhere there’s a girl who’s strong enough to say no to society and no to abortion. One more thing, Father, in Your tenderness would you begin preparing the birth mom’s heart for the time she decides to give her baby up? Show her, Father, that You, too, know the pain of giving up a child and that You understand.

Father, a year and a half have gone by. Dear friends have directed us to a man named Ron Sutton. Today is the day I know for absolute sure that there is hope. Ron runs a home for girls in crisis pregnancy. And there is one who wants to give up her baby. I feel the same joy today as any woman who’s tried so hard to conceive and then finds herself pregnant. Thank You, Father, for Your goodness.

Father, You’ve brought another wonderful man into our lives. His name is Frank Block. He is the director of Love Basket–the agency that will handle our adoption. We’ve just had our home study done.  We have one month to prepare before our baby is due!

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Getting instructions from the nurse just before bringing her home.

Father, apart from the day I accepted Jesus as my savior, this is the most special day of my life! Today a tiny little bundle of joy was placed in my arms. You’ve taken away the ache and filled it with love and hope and dreams. She is beautiful and perfect–Your creation!

Father, I can’t tell her birth mom thanks in person, but I know she talks to you. Would You please give her this message for me: Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your selfless gift has given me a joy forever. Although I can never repay you, you will have my undying gratitude forever. Thank you for being a part of God’s miracle in my life.


And now Father, help me to be a mom. Amen!

Gratefully yours,

IMG_0412 (1)My name is Toodie Schaper. Actually, my given name is Karen but I had a grandma from the South that at my birth exclaimed, “Oh, she looks like a little Toodie!” And it stuck. I am 64 years old, married to Frank the Fireman for 37 years as of Oct. 21st. We have one daughter, Heather, who is married to Andrew, and they now have two daughters, Riley 6, and Hadley 19mos. They are living in Centennial CO. We are frequent travelers. I have been a Christian since I was a little girl, but really began to “get it” when I started Bible Study Fellowship at age 29. I am a trophy of grace. Undeserving, but ever grateful!

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3 thoughts on “Girls’ Night Out Story #6: Toodie Schaper

  1. Jan October 6, 2015 / 9:41 pm

    Thanks for sharing your prayers and God’s responses of grace. I am guessing that there is hardly a woman who can’t identify with your journey – maybe not for a child but for some other long-sought blessings.
    In His Grip,

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  2. lynndmorrissey October 10, 2015 / 10:36 pm

    I so loved reading your story about your beautiful Heather, and now, two grandchildren! My goodness, the Lord is faithful. He gave you the desires of your heart, and how I admire the courageous sacrifice and generous love of Heather’s other mom. That was one special young lady. I also loved the poignant way in which you told your story through your actual written prayers. As you know, I love journaling because not only does God answer prayer, but because they are written, we have tangible proof of His faithfulness, a record of our interactions with Him, and something concrete to share with others as you are doing now. I’m so glad you wrote this down, and I know that Heather is. Just so beautifully done!


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