Growing up my parents would read both to my brother and I books and explain to us that we both were adopted. So at a very young age I knew I was adopted. For me growing up it really was no different. We were a family. We had our moments like all families do.
It makes me sad when I read stories by other adoptees who were mistreated by their adoptive parents. We live in a very negative society. How often do we hear something positive anymore? Not very often. It breaks my heart when there are about 1.25 million abortions and 1.5 million people waiting to adopt. My Birthmother chose adoption for me because of her circumstances and she knew that there where couples out there who could not have children. When she decided to place me she wanted me placed in a strong christian home. God was faithful to that request.
Growing up in a christian home we learned about Jesus and reading in the bible about the spirit of adoption. Romans 8:15 For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father. I love how Adoption was God’s idea first and that I can relate very well with Romans 8:15 because I am adopted legally.
We are so special to God that he came to earth put on flesh and paid the price and now we can call him daddy. My parents paid a price and I became legally theirs and from the first moments that I could talk I called them mommy and daddy.