Dear Birth Mom

I write this entry with much sensitivity.  This is a sensitive area, one not to be misrepresented, I pray I do not cause any hurt with this.  I only write this entry because it has been nagging at my mind.  I lay in bed at night thinking about this subject.  It burdens my heart like nothing else.  

Birth mom..... what do you think of when you hear those words?  I am ashamed to say, but I had many preconceived notions about birth moms before we entered into the adoption process.  For that I am sorry.  I was ignorant and naive.  That is not an excuse.  It is an admission. I think if we are all honest, when we hear "birth mom" we probably each have a "picture" of who would "fit" into that label.  I can guarantee you, we are all probably way off.  

Our society, media, and culture, especially in our churches (again, sorry, I really am not trying to offend) do not have an accurate view of the amazing women labeled birth mom.  Birth moms on television are not accurately portrayed.  Birth moms are given little or no credit of how amazing they are.  

So who are they?  We each encounter birth moms every day.  I promise you, you probably do not recognize them, because they do not fit your "picture."  These women sit among us in class, work beside us, worship next to us, serve us, and are friends to us.  Yet they carry with them a pain that they may hide very well.  They carry with them a hurt that has left a constantly open wound in their heart.  A wound so deep, that Christ himself is the only one who can heal it.  

We do not need to know their circumstances as to how they became a birth mom.  We know everything we need to know about these women based on their choice to be a birth mom.  We know they are the bravest, most courageous, strongest women out there.  They are selfless.  They know a love that is beyond anything I can ever express or imagine.  They know they true meaning of sacrifice.  They love like no one would choose to love.  They love, knowing they may not ever get to experience this loved being returned to them.  You birth mom, are beautiful.  You deserve respect.  You deserve the love of your child, much more than I ever will.  You are incredible.  I can only imagine being as brave and as selfless as you.  

Thank you.  Thank you.  Those words do not say enough but this is the one area I fall short of knowing what to say.  I only pray that God will bless you so abundantly that you may have just a taste of the portion of blessing you deserve.  Thank you.  

This is not just to our beautiful birth mom (to whom I am grateful every day), but to any woman out there who carries with her this hurt.  I pray today you experience the love of Christ like no other.  That you experience a love that reminds you of your treasured child.  That you will know you are not forgotten.  

I love you dear birth moms.  

Ephesians 3:14-19

14 For this reason I bow my knees before the Father, 15 from whom every family[a] in heaven and on earth is named, 16 that according to the riches of his glory he may grant you to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in your inner being, 17 so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith—that you, being rooted and grounded in love, 18 may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, 19 and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.