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One child. Two mothers. Two choices. One love.
One mother chose to give me up for adoption at birth. She felt inadequate to raise me.
Another mother chose to adopt me. She too felt inadequate to raise me since she herself had grown up motherless.
Two mothers. Two choices. One love for one child.
I grew up with the love of two mothers. You see, my adopted mother told me my birth mother gave me up for adoption because she loved me very much.
I was loved. Twice. By two mothers.
As a teenager I rejected my adopted mother's attempts to love me. Instead I clung to my birth mother's imaginary love. A love given to me by my adopted mother.
When I was 19 years old, my adopted mother died.
I was alone with nothing but memories of one mother's love. And unfulfilled dreams of another mother's love.
At age 23, my dreams came true. I met my birth mother.
She loved me.
Until one day she decided she no longer wanted me. Again.
I was alone with dashed dreams of one mother's love. And distant memories of another mother's love.
Two mothers. Two choices. One hurt child.
Time moved on. Jesus healed my broken heart.
He brought other mothers into my life. Mothers innumerable. Love immeasurable.
He gave me two choices: forgive or remain stuck in the hurt. I forgave.
He gave me His Love for my two mothers. Love beyond measure.
I am blessed.
One God. One child. Two mothers. One Love.
|Landon receiving the Holy Ghost.|
|Landon spoke in tongues all the way home.|
|The children praying for Rylan.|