No one has yet put into words the complexity of being adopted.
Betty Jean Lifton
I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s IF) and write for five minutes about it.
What if?
It’s a question I’ve considered for most of my life: What if I wasn’t adopted?
What if my birth mom had kept me?
What if I was the natural child of my adoptive parents?
Who would I be without the muck of adoption to cloud my self-esteem?
Lately, I’ve been considering another possibility: What if a member of my birth mom’s family had adopted me?
It’s not inconceivable; my birth mom’s sister adopted her first born son. What if one of her siblings had chosen to adopt me too? What if I was never separated from my family of origin, and grew up with the roots of my heritage intact?
Who would I be?
The still, small voice of my Creator reminds me that I am not Plan B. I’m not a consolation prize. The days of my life have already been numbered. I am fearfully and wonderfully made. God, my Father, knew me and chose me long ago.
So too, He understands my grief and my confusion.
And in the midst of the turmoil of questions without answers comes peace.
Soli Deo gloria.
How sweet it is that He does understand – and offers peace even if not always answers! Glad that you have the comfort of that peace.
Yes, the peace that passes all understanding is priceless.
We truly ask many questions. I am so grateful the answer to every question is that God has ordained all our days, and redeems every situation. He holds every one of our days in His hands. Grateful He has given you peace. Blessings!
Amen and amen!
There’s always something we wonder, what if, isn’t there? Earlier today I was asking what if my parents hadn’t divorced? There’s a whole chain that follows that and it doesn’t lead to much good. I’m with you-there is no what if in who our Creator has made us to be. We are His.
Amen, Debby, and the knowledge of who we are in Him is the greatest gift.
I think many who come to earth feel that their welcome is less than warm. I believe in a heavenly home where the wrongs will be sorted out and made right through Grace in Jesus Christ. That is perhaps part of the peace you feel even in the turmoil of questions. Thank you for visiting my blog.
Yes and amen! All of these burdens will amount to nothing when we behold His face.
This is so good! As an adoptive parent who, as a child, had major abandonment issues- there is much value in your post! Thank you for sharing so honestly!
Thanks so much for stopping by and commenting, Misty. I love how we all can learn through the experiences of another when we put down our masks and are honest. That’s the power of story. P.S. I’ve been enjoying poking around on your site.
I get this…my birth ‘parents’ would have preferred that had not arrived (and I never knew my biological father).
I was spiritually adopted by an Orthodox Jewish family, and they saved my heart and soul.
But I’ve come to know that my natural lineage runs straight through Heaven, and how cool is that?
#1 at FMF this week.
https://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2018/06/your-dying-spouse-490-power-of-somehow.html
Yes, our heritage is so much more than what we see what our natural eyes. Thanks so much for stopping by, Andrew. Have a great week.