Searching

April 11, 2025

I’ve been watching a show about people looking for family, because they or the other person were adopted when they were small. I was adopted but I never thought about searching for birth parents. I had my adopted brother, my mama and daddy, and they were my family.

They are all gone now, and someone sent me a test kit for one of those DNA companies. So I sent it in. More from curiosity than anything else; not because I felt incomplete. And after a while, (it was a few months, because I kept forgetting about it), the results came back, and with the help of a “search angel”, someone who knows how to dig, I found the name of my birth mother. I even had a birth certificate that listed her name and my name way back then.

So I feel different now? Not really, it is part of my past, not my present. She and my birth father are both gone, so I am still me, still Cathy.

I grew up knowing that I was a child of God, even my mama told me that God sent them to get me, and when they saw me, they said that is our daughter, we pick her! I knew all my life that He watches over me, and still does to this day. I am adopted, both here in this life, and adopted into God’s family. The one I have always been in.

But one new thing that I did find out, and was a complete surprise. Even though my birth mother married and never had children with her husband, she did have 2 other girls, so I now have 2 sisters! And an uncle as well. Unexpected, but still a part of my now larger family!