Pains of Adoption!

So with everything that has been going on around me lately, I have rehashed some feelings that have been buried for a while. Yesterday I got a chance to chat with the man that was married to my mother when I was born; however, he isn't my biological father. He sent me a picture of my birthmother. It was the first picture I had ever seen of her. I look exactly like her. I cried on the phone with my husband cause I feel like I don't really belong anywhere. What was she like? Where is she? Am I anything like her? It is hard to figure out who you are supposed to be when you have a big hole in your past. I wish I could find her and just tell her she has grandchildren and that I would like to meet her.

Need for Prayer!

As previously posted my six year old son Mason has Aspergers Syndrome. It is days like these that make me thankful that I have been blessed with my two little angels. Watching my friends struggle with infertility then having their hopes dashed by people who just don't care. They want to treat these children like assets that can be bartered off is a sin. Being an adoptive child myself, I am horrified at the way adoptions now a days are handled. My father is a pastor so I was raised religious. Right now, I am at a lost for words.

Nails in the Fence!

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.
The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temp er at all.
He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.
The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, 'You
have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. But It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound will still be there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Remember that friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us.'
YOU ARE MY FRIEND AND I AM HONORED!
Now send this to every friend you have!! And to your family (they need to know that you love them too).
Please forgive me if I have ever left a 'hole' in your fence.