Tag Archives: God

Who Is Jesus, Anyway?

Thirty years ago I was “dragged” to a Bible study class and took my 2-year-old daughter with me. I checked her into the children’s program and then entered an auditorium filled with women. Up front was a woman talking about how you could have a personal relationship with God through Jesus Christ. I thought the people were all weird, and

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Amazing Research News For Birth Mothers and Adoptees

Thanks to science, we now have a deeper glimpse into our Creator’s heart that cherish’s birth mothers and their sacrificial gift in adoption….and for the child that is adopted. We all know from Dr. Thomas Verny in The Secret Life of the Unborn Child that: ~the birth mother’s heartbeat and warmth of her body makes the baby feel safe ~the

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An Adoptee’s Wish List

If only this could happen, the gaping wound in my adoptee soul would heal. If only… • I knew the names of my birth parents • I could access my original birth certificate • I could see my birth mother’s face • I could know medical history • I could find my missing birth father • I could experience a

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The Answer When Adoptees Don’t Know Their History

There certainly is a lot of adoptee anger and sadness regarding missing birth family history. Whether its the opening of our original birth certificates, owning only a certificate of abandonment from a foreign country, or finding negative and painful history, and even a tombstone…its all hard to process. In the midst of our finding identity with missing history, we need

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What Adoptees Deserve from Their Birth Mothers

Dear friends through adoption, Remember the metaphor of the Great Eagle and the eaglet? I’ll be the eaglet today and tell you how it felt when I stepped on to the wing of the Great Eagle. Remember…the pain of the nest was too much for me…I couldn’t stand it….I cried to get out of the pain of the past…and then

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An Adoptee’s Heart-Wrenching Decision to Search

Dear friends through adoption, After hearing my family’s silences, judgments, and sarcasm about possibly searching for my birth mother, I made a very difficult decision. It was a decision that was new to me, even though at the time, I was 47 years old. I was like an overgrown eaglet who had stayed in the nest too long. Get me

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