November is National Adoption Month. I have an adoption story, but it’s probably not what you think.
I have five brothers and sisters who are adopted and their stories are beautiful and covered in God’s fingerprints. I can tell you that the love you have for these is no different than the love you have for biological siblings. I can tell you that you think you’re changing them, but they are changing you.
But this isn’t about them.
It’s about me.
I was adopted, at 26.
No this is not a spiritual metaphor.
Legally, I am adopted.
I know rejection.
This rejection is more than having been picked last for kickball or not being invited to a party. This rejection comes from one of the two people in the world that are never supposed to reject you. They’re supposed to be your sure thing. Only, he wasn’t; even still, he isn’t.
Parents are always supposed to be there. Only my father wasn’t, and that left all sorts of heartache that God has helped me walk through.
I made a choice.
I chose the one who has been there faithfully every time since I met him. I never asked him to prove himself to me, but he has time and time again. I made a conscious decision for me and my life as an adult.
Some people may not understand it, wondering why I waited until I was an adult. Others may not like it. But this was never for them. It was one hundred percent for me. I chose Brian, the man I have known as my dad since I was thirteen. I walked into a hearing and said that he is my dad. I suppose as much as I am chose him, he had already chosen me.
He chose me.
He had chosen to be there and love me as his own from the beginning of his relationship with my mom. Everyday he has had a choice. He has been there for science projects and rides to see friends, teaching me to drive and moving me to college.
He made sure that every teenage angst filled argument be followed by an embrace. He was there as I lay in a hospital after my accident, cooling and calming with his hand. He didn’t miss a graduation or a party to follow, and he was there to give my hand and embrace the tiny hands of my babies.
He never cared whether the moments were big or small; they were moments that meant something to me, so he was there.
I am blessed to have had the opportunity to choose. I chose who my dad is and will be for all of my days, and for that I am grateful.
It’s been a lot of years now, and I know I took the less traditional route. To those that know me that will be of no surprise. My roads have never been paved and the street signs have never been clear. One thing has been clear on this path: I haven’t walked a step of the way alone.
Whether adoption is part of your story or not, remember, you never walk alone.
What a beautiful story, Rebecca! I’m sure your father is proud to call you daughter <3.
Thank you sweet friend!
This is both heartbreaking and beautiful. My mom just gave me the final boot in February, so I’m familiar with the rejection you speak of and it always breaks my heart to hear of others going through the same thing. You never really “get over it” but what a blessing that you have such a wonderful step-dad who has loved you as his own. He sounds like an amazing, loving man, and I’m glad he’s been there for you, as I’m sure you’d be a very different woman without him to love you as a daughter should be loved. I’m sure your words mean the world to him. Thank you for sharing your story.
Valerie, I am so sorry for what you are walking through. And I pray that God brings you peace and surrounds you with people who love you well!
What a beautiful story! My husband is a step-dad, too, and I think my children would tell you they feel much the same way. It’s an amazing gift of God’s grace that a man or woman can choose to love when biology has nothing to do with it. And it’s a gift of God’s grace that you can see that. Too many choose instead to focus on “the one” who couldn’t be trusted or who did leave instead of God’s blessings.
What a gift! It is something only God can fully do. And it is beautiful!
I didn’t know this but I loved it. My brother, Hyatt, and his wife, Anne, adopted Tamara at 13. She’s one of five and we love who she’s become. xoxo
Love it!
What a beautiful and inspiring story, Rebecca! I often think about adoption…How through such heartache the grace and acceptance of God can be shown. Thank you so much for sharing!
So much grace and love!
So happy for you Rebecca. Wish all homes are as blessed.
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Much love,
Naush
Thank you!
I’m estranged from my biological father, but my stepdad has been a dad to me since I was in 8th grade. What a beautiful story & testimony, thanks for sharing!
8th grade was the turning point for me too! So grateful God gave you a stepdad who loves you so well!
Thank you for sharing this, Rebecca. Such a beautiful gesture of love and a witness to Brian’s faithfulness and your return commitment to him! This makes me tear up. A special story!
Thank you sweet friend! It is truly a gift!
Oh, Rebecca, this is simply beautiful. I couldn’t love your story or your message more! And my story is a lot like this, “My roads have never been paved and the street signs have never been clear.” Thanks for sharing your powerful words with us! Happy Thanksgiving!
I would love to hear more about your story! I bet it’s paved with signs of God’s love all along the way. Happy Thanksgiving to you!
Rebecca, beautiful story. Picking your dad after years of him being there for you. I heard a story of a man who had no father, and his mother had died, who adopted a whole family and even took their last name before married his wife. Because he saw the importance of family and having people in your corner who can celebrate and mourn for you, for both himself and his future family. We do need family.
That is so beautiful!
Beautiful. Just beautiful. God bless your father— loving you the way God loves us. The finality of the adoption was likely an incredible gesture that he will never forget. Thank you for sharing.
It is such a gift for us both!
This is such a lovely picture of true family and of God’s great love in adopting us into his holy family! It’s so wonderful that you and your father chose each other; that’s such a powerful bond! Thank you for sharing your story so people can see the beauty of adoption, no matter what age you are. <3
Thank you, Ellie. It is such a blessing!
Such a precious story….thanks for sharing! To not only choose but to be chosen!! How very blessed yout both are!
A true gift!
This is beautiful! I love how you state that you have never been alone and we never walk alone either. Happy Thanksgiving!
I hope you had a great Thanksgiving, Mary!
You are a beautiful writer and this is such a sweet story. Glad to have hopped over.
Thank you Shelly! You’re so sweet! So glad to have you here!
That’s the beauty of family. Sometimes we’re born into a loving family and other times we get to create it. Beautiful story