A Tribute to my Mother...



On the anniversary of my birth,

I pause to weep for a mother
I  never knew...

Having been placed for
adoption from

 the moment I was born, I was blessed with a home and godly influences in my life for which I am deeply grateful.

 

 But the older I become, the more I find myself contemplating on each birthday's eve,
 the mother  I never knew.

 

Quite possibly even now,
 at this hour,

38 years ago,

as the pains of birth ripped at her body, her heart was ripping into millions of pieces as she thought of the separation that was imminent. I weep for that mother, and I bless her wherever she is.

 

And if she walks this earth,

 I pray that she knows Jesus.

I pray that she knows how much He loves her

 and I pray that she knows that I am safe and happy.

 

If I never see that blessed woman on this earth,

 my heart beats high with the hope

that I will meet her in heaven

with the One who rescued me

from hell 

and died to give me a birth

 that gives me the privilege

 of being adopted twice in my lifetime.

 

God bless mothers everywhere who

 have had to, for many different reasons,

 place their babies in another's arms for

loving and safekeeping.

 

 

And God bless my mother for

giving me life,

and not ending it before I saw the light of day...

 

I desire to live my life fully,

 on purpose, with purpose, and for the purpose

 He created for me to fulfill

while I am waiting to go to my eternal Home.

 

 

The Love of God

 

God has written my story in a way

that only He can write it.

I have stained it in many places

 but I am so thankful

for His never-failing

love...

that sent Jesus to die for me

and to wash that story

white as the driven snow...

 

Like Paul, I say with deep conviction:

"...forgetting those things which are behind,

and reaching forward to those things that

are before,

I PRESS toward the mark...

in Christ Jesus."

 

One day my life will be over.

And time will be no more.

Oh, may I live it fully for Him.

 

Love and blessings,

Marcia