wanted

Tomorrow is my adoption day.  When I was just a wee baby, only two weeks old, I was adopted.  My mom and dad, have always told me how special the day was when they got the call that there was a baby girl needing their love. Mom tells me she was coming in the door from teaching and the phone was ringing.  She dropped her books on the ground and snatched up the phone.  The voice on the other side said, "We've got your baby girl ready for you to take home."  There's not a time when I can remember not knowing I was adopted.  It's who I am.   I've always felt special because of being adopted.  I guess I could have gotten stuck on the fact that somewhere, someone didn't or couldn't or wouldn't keep me...but thanks to the grace of God, I've always felt chosen and wanted. 

I'm so grateful that my biological mom made the hard choice to allow someone else to raise me and care for me.  Her unselfishness (that's my way of looking at it) allowed me to grow up in a home where I heard the wondeful news about Christ and His love for me.  I asked Him into my heart when I was a bitty girl and He's been walking with me all the way, guiding my journey through this life.  When I think about it, I've actually been adopted twice.  Once by my adoptive parents mom and dad and once by my Savior.   I am so thankful for my mom and dad; they've blessed me beyond measure.  I was grafted into a wonderful family.  And in a different way, I'm thankful for the parents that made the tough choice to let me go.  But mostly, I'm thankful for my Savior who knows me better than I know myself and yet loves me unconditionally. 

O LORD, you have searched me

and you know me.

You know when I sit and when I rise;

you perceive my thoughts from afar.

You discern my going out and my lying down;

you are familiar with all my ways.

Before a word is on my tongue

you know it completely, O LORD.

You hem me in—behind and before;

you have laid your hand upon me.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,

too lofty for me to attain.

Where can I go from your Spirit?

Where can I flee from your presence?

If I go up to the heavens, you are there;

if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.

If I rise on the wings of the dawn,

if I settle on the far side of the sea,

even there your hand will guide me,

your right hand will hold me fast.

If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me

and the light become night around me,"

even the darkness will not be dark to you;

the night will shine like the day,

for darkness is as light to you.

For you created my inmost being;

you knit me together in my mother's womb.

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;

your works are wonderful,

I know that full well.

My frame was not hidden from you

when I was made in the secret place.

When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,

your eyes saw my unformed body.

All the days ordained for me

were written in your book

before one of them came to be.

How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!

How vast is the sum of them!

Were I to count them,

they would outnumber the grains of sand.

When I awake,

I am still with you.

Psalm 139

Happy Adoption day Mom and Dad...this day is yours as much as it is mine!  I love you both so much.