Ep 2
Bonus episode 2

Ep 2
I used to see this in
my inbox and get terribly excited. My heart would race and my fingers couldn’t
log in fast enough.
Now I see this
notification and sometimes I don’t even log in right away.
Everyone says, “Don’t
stop believing…” Honestly some days I
do, and some days I don’t. My faith is high for
other people, and other things, but when it comes to having faith for myself, it’s often low. Maybe it’s that adoptee
curse of always feeling like you will be the one who is different. I logged in yesterday
to see my matches and none of them even made the front page. They weren’t close enough….like 5th-8th cousins.
Unless my father lives
to be an extremely old man of Biblical proportions, time is running out.
I continue to hold on
to all of my many blessings in life, and accept the fact that this may not be
one of them.
In this episode of the Stories of Adoption podcast, host Jason interviews an anonymous organizational behaviorist, Scott McKena, who shares their experience of discovering their birth family through 23andMe. Scott discusses the emotional journey of connecting with their birth mother and the impact it had on their adoptive family. He also share their professional journey, co-founding Emotional Blueprinting, a company aimed at helping successful individuals manage burnout and dissatisfaction. Scott’s personal and professional experiences intertwine, highlighting the impact of adoption on core beliefs and emotional well-being.
Recently I decided to read the Gospel of John in the Bible
with fresh eyes. Basically this entails trying to forget I know any of the
information contained therein and try to take it in like I’m reading it for the first time. I’m doing
this in an effort to know Jesus more and differently than before.
In my quest to do this I came upon a verse in chapter one (Amplified version) that
I had never seen before. It’s this one – verse 13, that I made a graphic of. I
can’t believe I didn’t notice it before. When I came across it this time, it deeply spoke to me.
For a long time I’ve said
that I feel like I was dropped out of heaven, not really of
this world. Please don’t misunderstand, I’m not implying that I’m God or any
type of god, or an angel. Certainly not. What I am saying is that I’ve never
felt like I fit in here. A huge part of that is all the pieces that are still
missing. I have very little information to speak of about my first two months of existence in the hospital and foster care. I have no photos of myself before three months of age. I have heard many adoptees say they have a hard time feeling like they
truly exist because they don’t know where they came from or who they came from.There are many unanswered questions, and my bio mother chose to go to the grave refusing to answer them. So, I give God the credit for getting me here. He gets all the gratefulness.Thank you, John 1:13. You rock. I am born of God.