"for such a time as this"

If ignorance is bliss then I know a lot of happy people. I think ignorance comes from not knowing, understanding, or not wanting to accept. Sometimes ignorant people frustrate me. Those ignorant people are the ones that speak lies but tell them as truth. They also speak on things that they know nothing about most of the time.

Case in point….Certain people commented on the fact that I am adopted. I don’t understand that. It's no attack on anyone. It’s just my life. I love the fact that I’m adopted. We have always celebrated it. In fact, we celebrate my Adoption Day every year. November 11th is a holiday in our household. My parents have always celebrated it and still do. My husband celebrates it with me now too. We treat it like a second birthday. I’ve always known I was adopted. I think it’s special. It means to me that God knew I needed something else and so he chose to move me.


People get the image of me in rags singing as I mop floors. It’s nothing like that. I was not little orphan Annie. I have the red hair and curls but that’s the extent of it. I had an incubator for nine months and then I went to be with my real parents. I have no ill feelings toward anyone. I have no issues that come from being adopted (as someone has stated). I hope my biological parents are happy and have a good life. I certainly got an incredible life. I don’t wish to know them. I’m not upset or angry. They just aren’t part of my life. My parents always told me the story of Esther and her life. In Esther 4:14b, it says “And who knows but that you have come to royal position for such a time as this?” Esther was adopted for a purpose (for such a time as this). No one knew why she had the life she was given until she was able to save her people.


I am very happy with my family. They are crazy and sometimes difficult. I never have to wonder if I'm adopted though. I know I am. I am polar opposite from the three of them. They are all alike, but I’ve learned to be ok with that. I have different opinions, but then in some ways I’m just like them. I look nothing like them, but I was raised by them. I am short, fair skinned and redheaded. I’ve always had to stay clear of the sun and they like to bake. They are tall and dark. They love the outdoors and I would prefer to be inside because of my skin. I have food allergies and none of them do. It's funny though. I’ve had people all my life to tell me that I have the same mannerisms as my mom. My Grandmother Weezie and I are kindred spirits. I love to cook like my Grandmother Mimi always did. I love Braves baseball much like ALL four of my Grandparents did. I believe that boiled peanuts are a major food group much like most of my family.


People have asked me if it bothers me that I don’t look like any of my family. It doesn’t. The funniest thing happened to me when my husband’s Grandmother was having surgery. I would go with her to different appointments. They would always immediately say oh she must be your Granddaughter. More than once they immediately said to me and my husband’s aunt that we must be related. I guess God does have a sense of humor!


People that question where I come from are ignorant. People that speak truth as lies are wrong. People that have problems with me being adopted, well, they have a problem with God’s plan. I certainly don’t question it. Anyone can be born to just a regular family. It's boring to me :) It takes someone special to be born to a family and then be moved by God for a greater plan or for “such a time as this.”