God put “A HUNGER” in the Heart of the Child We Gave Away
"I gave my child away!"
There's a nicer way to say this. I gave her up for adoption. But to me, I gave her away. I can't tell you how that hurt... It ripped out my heart. If someone had cut open my chest and pulled out my heart, it wouldn't hurt anymore. I prayed God would put her in a home where she was really loved.
The father was married to someone else and so was I. As his secretary, we had the child before we married each other. My divorce became final sooner than his; eventually we married. We started marriage together with my three children; his three children then later added another of our own.
God put a hunger in the heart of the child that we had given up for adoption to find us. Discouragement came from her family and friends, but she persisted and was one of the first adopted people in the state of Tennessee to get her court records opened. I had given accurate information about her father on her birth certificated. With the information contained in her records she managed to obtain our address and phone number.
"Hello, You don't know me, but I think that I'm your daughter!"
My husband had answered the phone as he listened to the facts that the girl was relaying to him he answered, "Yes, you are". He'd been Fasting...he didn't know why.
I was in church when she had called. In the middle of church, I felt a real urging to go home...immediately. I did.
I was greeted by a shout as I entered the house. "Our daughter has called!" I wish I could tell you I was happy and excited about this call. All the Guilt, Pain, Shame I'd bottled down inside for 20 years erupted like Mt. St. Helens. I felt like the lowest worm under the carpet.
Thinking, "Why would she possibly want to talk to me?" I cried. I'd asked God to forgive me for giving my daughter away. He did, but I hadn't forgiven myself! Hysteria developed every time my husband and I discussed her, yet knowing that all things we bury inside fester and get worse.
One hour later, she called back. I had collected myself, though still emotional, we talked for almost two hours.
The mother who had reared her had encouraged her to search for me; she had died from an illness two years before our daughter was to find us. She was shocked that she'd found her birth Father; it is unusual for an adoptee's birth parents to be married to each other.
God cleaned up all those old hurts with a healing of memories. They got washed in the blood of Jesus. We gathered our seven children and told them about their sister. None knew about her...all accepted her.
Upon her arrival one spot lighted a 4X8 sign, "Welcome Home".
Things I'd thought were learned are inherited. The way we say things, hold our hands, gesture when we talk. We're so alike. We sing sometimes...Our voices blend together beautifully.
I can't turn back the hours of time and not give away my child. Since all things work together for good, I can Praise God for my daughter persisting to find her Birth Parents.
Anytime we find our Heritage, it helps us find Ourselves!
It's Possible!
"I gave my child away!"
There's a nicer way to say this. I gave her up for adoption. But to me, I gave her away. I can't tell you how that hurt... It ripped out my heart. If someone had cut open my chest and pulled out my heart, it wouldn't hurt anymore. I prayed God would put her in a home where she was really loved.
The father was married to someone else and so was I. As his secretary, we had the child before we married each other. My divorce became final sooner than his; eventually we married. We started marriage together with my three children; his three children then later added another of our own.
God put a hunger in the heart of the child that we had given up for adoption to find us. Discouragement came from her family and friends, but she persisted and was one of the first adopted people in the state of Tennessee to get her court records opened. I had given accurate information about her father on her birth certificated. With the information contained in her records she managed to obtain our address and phone number.
"Hello, You don't know me, but I think that I'm your daughter!"
My husband had answered the phone as he listened to the facts that the girl was relaying to him he answered, "Yes, you are". He'd been Fasting...he didn't know why.
I was in church when she had called. In the middle of church, I felt a real urging to go home...immediately. I did.
I was greeted by a shout as I entered the house. "Our daughter has called!" I wish I could tell you I was happy and excited about this call. All the Guilt, Pain, Shame I'd bottled down inside for 20 years erupted like Mt. St. Helens. I felt like the lowest worm under the carpet.
Thinking, "Why would she possibly want to talk to me?" I cried. I'd asked God to forgive me for giving my daughter away. He did, but I hadn't forgiven myself! Hysteria developed every time my husband and I discussed her, yet knowing that all things we bury inside fester and get worse.
One hour later, she called back. I had collected myself, though still emotional, we talked for almost two hours.
The mother who had reared her had encouraged her to search for me; she had died from an illness two years before our daughter was to find us. She was shocked that she'd found her birth Father; it is unusual for an adoptee's birth parents to be married to each other.
God cleaned up all those old hurts with a healing of memories. They got washed in the blood of Jesus. We gathered our seven children and told them about their sister. None knew about her...all accepted her.
Upon her arrival one spot lighted a 4X8 sign, "Welcome Home".
Things I'd thought were learned are inherited. The way we say things, hold our hands, gesture when we talk. We're so alike. We sing sometimes...Our voices blend together beautifully.
I can't turn back the hours of time and not give away my child. Since all things work together for good, I can Praise God for my daughter persisting to find her Birth Parents.
Anytime we find our Heritage, it helps us find Ourselves!
It's Possible!
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