Here I go again; this is not a complete work but once again a work in progress. I am aching if you or someone you know has a testimony on being adopted or having given a child up for adoption and would like to share it with me for this project please contact me in the comments and I will give you the contact information for you to be able to share your story. Let us together help others struggling in their relationships. God bless you.
If you have received Jesus as your Lord and Savior, you are adopted. God paid the adoption fees to make you His child, you are now a son or daughter of our Heavenly Father. You can find stories in the Bible of how a parent gave their child up and trusted God to care for the child. Moses was put in a basket and placed in the river to save him from being put to death by Pharaoh’s orders. It was his daughter that found him and took him into her own home, one record of adoption. Hannah had prayed without ceasing to God for a child, promising that if God gave her a child she would return them to the Lord. God gave her Samuel and she kept her word and gave her son to be raised by the priests. Then there is Joseph, the husband of Mary, who you could say he was a stepfather to Jesus. Wow there was some big shoes to fill!
I do not know your story if you have been adopted, and cannot imagine how life was for you and I definitely cannot tell you how to feel about being given up for adoption. Maybe you lived through the foster care system and bounced from home to home. Hopefully you are one of the ones who was placed in a good and loving home. If you however grew up in a home where you never felt wanted or loved I am sorry and not because there is anything I can do to have stopped what ever you have lived through, but sorry because I cannot take that pain away.
For some of you it is still to painful to discuss, but for those of you who have reached the point of sharing your story thank you. The testimonies we share about what we have lived through and how God was with us and how He has helped us is something I pray will help another to find His peace, love and healing that they need.
I gave birth to a son when I was 19 years old. At a later time I will share how he came to be, however he does not know this story because I am afraid of how it will hurt him. The only other reminder of that day is a tiny knife scar on the inside of my right arm which is thankfully not very noticeable. He was just over a year old when I agreed for him to go and live with my mother. My life was not in a good place and I was working two 40 hour a week jobs at the time. It was supposed to be temporary until I could get a stable home. Three years later my life was no more stable than when I sent him to be with my mom. There were two good things I did for my son, the first was acknowledging that the life I was living was not stable, the second was hiking up a mountain with him and a friend who was a chaplain and giving him to God. My mother was in a stable relationship and had a good home. Despite the issues I had with my mom back then I knew she was the better one to care for him. Then when he was four I had to move to Missouri at the request of my grandmother because Pops had had a stroke. I was told that he might now live past six months. So arrangements for me to move were made and I had to make a decision. Leaving my son behind not knowing when I would see him again was difficult. It also meant I would have to legally let go of him. My mother and her mate were more than happy when I told them I was ready to allow them to adopt him. They were legally his parents, but he grew up knowing who I was and I was still able to at least be a part of his life.The wonderful man he grew into is the reward of trusting God with my son. He is intelligent, hardworking, and loving. I am so proud of who he is today. I am also grateful for how well he was raised. If I had held on to my rights as a mother and he had to live through what I did I can imagine how the type of man he is today would not have happened. I love my son and I do not regret my decision and I thank God for the wonderful couple who raised him and taught him so much that he is able to make the right decisions for himself. To me he is my ‘Moses baby’, and I am still trusting God with his life.
Please if you have your own testimony to share please contact me, thank you.