Sometimes it is so hard for me to fathom that I am not a mistake...
I am not an oops.
I am not an accident.
I am exactly who I am supposed to be.
Being adopted can make one feel as though they are an accident... an oops simply because our first parents didn't want us or couldn't take care of us.
This feeds into a lot of insecurities we continue to age and begin to ask the why questions.
Why... was I given up?
Why... did God let me be born if I was to be passed around?
Why? Why? Why?
But... I am not an accident. Just because my biological parents were inadequate parents DOES NOT mean that I am an inadequate person. God couldn't and wouldn't have made a mistake with my life.
I WAS CREATED FOR A PURPOSE!
As my dad daily reminds me: I am a child of God. Totally and completely made in His image. So what then is my purpose? What am I here to fulfill?
One purpose I know that I and the rest of human kind have is to love others.
To love to those who don't get the love they should.
To love those who it is hardest to love.
To love "the least of these."
To simply love.
My purpose is to serve God. To be Christ's extention to those I encounter. To shine love and peace and hope to the world that is falling apart in their own humanity and injustice that they have created but blame God for.
My purpose was created before my first cry on this earth.
I am not an accident.
I have a purpose.
