May you be edified here and see adoption through the eyes of adopted, foster, and aged-out kids of all ages. And, for fellow adoptees and foster kids, may your complex identity become unshakable.

My story is that I’ve gone from nameless to shameless. Immediately after my birth, my mother disappeared, and I was named Baby X.  When reuniting with her at 47, I learned shameful circumstances surrounding my conception. However, I know now that my conception began not at physical conception, but in the heart of God my Father. He has shown me that I am His jewel.

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