A Birth Mother’s Story

I never told my husband what had happened to me over twenty-five years ago and even had difficulty talking to God about it.  I had carefully guarded a secret and it was time to let go. When I was young, I gave birth to a baby boy.  We were separated immediately, without even a glimpse.  He was put up for adoption and that became my own personal thorn in the side, one I carried for the majority of my life.

Shortly after giving birth I met Eddie, we were married 6 months later and God gave us three beautiful daughters.  But over the years, God continued to pursue me to surrender all to him, including this deep dark secret that I had so carefully guarded.  One evening I gave it to him, not knowing exactly what He would do with it. I knew that I could no longer continue to hold onto it.  It was out of this act of obedience, in trusting God completely, that I experienced a tender, loving, compassionate God who was very real and personal.

I thought of my son every day and never thought that I would know him this side of Heaven, but wanted to make sure that I would meet him there.  I prayed, “Lord, if he doesn’t know you, will you please bring someone into his life who can tell him about Jesus.”  After 25 years of not knowing anything, I had the privilege of meeting him.

When I received a phone call that my son wanted to meet me, my heart was thrilled.  At the same time, I had doubts and questions about what it would be like and how it would affect my family.  I wondered how he might feel knowing that I had “given him up.”  How had my decision affected his life? What would he want to say me?  Would he be angry?  I’ll never forget my first meeting with my son in 1989; it was just before his 25th birthday.  

The first thing he said to me was, “I want to thank you for not aborting me.”   Then he went on to tell me about his wonderful parents and his great life.  I shared with him that the Lord knew him before he was even conceived and had an exciting plan for his life.  He seemed somewhat fascinated by all of this, but shared with me that he didn’t know anything about Christ. It was then that I knew that God, in his infinite wisdom had chosen me to be that “someone” who would tell him about Jesus. Never in my wildest imaginations did I think that God would choose me to birth my son into the Kingdom of God. God is amazing and he does truly work all things for our good.