From the Biological Mom’s Perspective

Sitting in my pastor’s office, I was having my first counseling session with him. I held tightly to the tissue box and cried uncontrollably throughout the hour. I was trying to share the last two years of my life, and I had to admit that I’d made a mess of everything. I knew I had to make some life altering decisions. My Pastor sat there quietly listening to every word that I spoke. I knew in my heart that I wouldn’t be able to offer my daughter the life that I wanted for her. I made up my mind to turn her over to Children’s Services, at least until I was able to get back on my feet. My only daughter was becoming more rebellious every day. She was out of control. This was the most difficult decision that I had ever made in my life.

“And we know that ALL things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28

From My Perspective:

At thirteen years old I was staring out of my aunt’s window holding everything I owned in a tiny cardboard box. I was wondering where I was going to be taken this time around. A lady drove up to the front of the house and in minutes I was sitting in the back seat of her car. Thinking to myself, I knew I had worn out my six month stay. I tried to do everything right and pretty much played the role of Cinderella, but I guess it wasn’t good enough. My parents divorced 2 years prior, and I was being passed around like a hot potato. Both of my parents had their issues and neither of them wanted me. In the back seat of the car I silently whispered a prayer asking God to make things better. I actually thought I would look out the back window of the car and see one of my parents coming after me, but they didn’t.

“When my father and mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up.” Psalms 27:10

From the Adoptive Mom’s Perspective:

My husband, a pastor, and I had just moved in to our new home. As I stood at the kitchen sink, tears falling from my eyes, I felt an emptiness in my life. Three of my four children were now married and out of the home; my only remaining child, an 8 year old son. I really desired a sibling for him to grow up with since we had him late in our marriage. I knew that this house was way too big for a family of three. I prayed and let God know that I was open to the idea of fostering troubled and hurting children in my home. He heard my prayer and gave me the desires of my heart. A girl no one wanted.

“Delight thyself also in the Lord, and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart. Commit thy way unto the Lord, trust also in him, and he shall bring it to pass.” Psalms 37:4-5

So, to sum it up; no matter from which perspective you look at it, God was in control all the time. He used both of my moms to make me into the lady I am today. I love them both dearly, and they are waiting for me in Heaven.