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Originally Posted by Jody M
Do any other adoptees or birth parents, adoptive parents have any faith stories to share on their adoption journey?
I love reading testimonies of adoption and God's fingerprints on the lives of those touched by adoption. Please share!
Blessings, Jody
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I certainly do
My bmom was born with a bad heart. She was supposed to have a series of operations to correct this over her growing up years, but for some reason only had one when she was about 4.
She was about 20 when she got pregnant for me, unwed and from a prominent Catholic family and community. The family doctor said it would be in her best interest to abort, due to health reasons. She fought and won, bless her heart and thank God.
I was in a foster home for about 9 months before I could be "free" to be adopted due to legal/money issues between my bparents. Because of that, my bmom was asked if she would like to give me a name. She chose Mary Monica, after her older sister who was a nun - Sister Mary Monica - believing that by giving me this name would help God to protect me better.
My a/parents were told there would be a baby for them, but not available for a couple of months. They fought over names as most couples do. One night, my a/mom who is a staunch Catholic herself - woke up in the middle of the night with an announcement to make to my a/dad. She said "Her name is to be Mary Elizabeth." So, I was given that name and is my name today.
When it came time to pick me up, the nuns at the foundling home were concerned a little about my being 9 months old and changing my name. So, they asked my a/parents what name they had chosen. When my a/parents told them - my a/mom remembers a funny look, then a huge smile from the Sisters saying everything will be fine then.
During my adolescence and subsequent rocky teen years, there were times when my a/mom swore the only reason I survived certain things was divine intervention. She always had said I must have a guardian angel with me every minute.
Later, after searching I found out the things I mentioned regarding my bmom ie: naming me, her medical situation, the fight to give birth to me etc - but I also found out that
1. My aunt who was a nun - Sister Mary Monica, her God given name (real name) is Mary Elizabeth as well as my great grandmother's and a cousin
2. My bmom died when I was only 7 which we did not know until search was completed - and I was about 7 when I started having accidents and things that other kids would not have survived, and my a/mom declared I must have a guardian angel.
So yes, I truly, truly believe I am exactly where I am supposed to be - the path given to me by God Himself. I used to question why then, did my bmom die b4 I got to meet her. That answer is simple, so she could protect me. Which does give me great comfort but I still struggle with missing her.