the day my birth mother contacted me for the first time is still so vivid…
waking up early to attend my college math class, i sluggishly crawled out of bed and began getting ready for the day. hearing my phone alert me of a notification, i meandered my way back in my bedroom and sleepily picked up my phone from my nightstand. the notification was a facebook friend request from a woman. clicking on her profile, i saw pictures of her, her 3 sons, and her mother.
in my room i had pictures of my birth mother, her mother, and my 3 brothers that had been sent to my parents years prior. i adored these pictures and fervently prayed that someday i would meet the faces behind them.
i scrolled through her facebook pictures and pondered if these individuals were the same ones who had grown so dear to me.
 a few minutes later i received a message from her telling me that she was my birth mother. she wrote on to say that since i was older now, she felt the time was right to reach out to me. she stated how much she would love getting to know me and questioned if i would like to get to know her in return.
my desire to have a relationship with my birth mom was so great!
that day in math class my mind could not have been any further from mathematics. the events which transpired earlier that morning kept running through my head like a song on repeat.
returning home from class, i shared with my parents about being contacted by the woman i prayed was my birth mother. with high hopes, we decided to contact the adoption agency.
within the same week, the adoption agency contacted us confirming that she was my birth mom.
 i was overjoyed!
as messaging online rolled into weeks then months, the time to meet face-to-face was drawing near. finally the day came that my parents and i, my birth mom, and her mother would meet for the very first time. since that day, my parents and i have reflected on our feelings and have shared them together.
my parents were flooded by many emotions the day of our meeting, but nothing would compare to the inner peace they both possessed. through corresponding in letters years ago, my birth mother decided that my parents were the ones she wanted to raise me. feeling chosen by her decision, they had peace going into this meeting knowing that God had orchestrated a beautifully written story years ago which was still being continued.
i can describe the emotions of anticipation as i earnestly awaited to see my birth mom and grandmother, but i can’t adequately explain the feelings that flooded as we met for the first time. like my parents, the peace i felt penetrated my various emotions. all i knew was that God had been in control of my story from the time He wove me together in my birth mother’s womb.
this story is of gracious revealing. expectant hope.
a reminder how beautifully He composes everything in His time.
Psalm 139:13-14, 16 “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well….16 Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.”