My adoption was such an amazingly beautiful thing and I love telling the story. I am truly so blessed to have never once felt an ounce of resentment or anger, to have somehow understood from an early age that it was just
right. To have never questioned it, to never have felt
different but instead felt
fortunate that I had two sets of parents when most kids only had one. And most of all to have an adoptive Mother and Father that absolutely supported me in finding my birth parents and understanding why I needed that. My Mama told me that she never felt threatened by it because she knew she had raised me with enough love in my heart for all of them.
It's a perfect example to me of how God has His hands in our lives, even when we don't realize it. And oh how thankful I am for that!!!
