I am adopted...so I know the struggle to trust. And...unfortunately, I know the struggle to trust God in like measure, or even greater measure. It is as if the residue of not fully trusting my adoptive parents has marred me for life. More damaging, is the wondering, both consciously and subconsciously, of why my birth mother would have given me up in the first place. It has marred my ability to trust anyone.
I am adopted...so I know the struggle to trust. And...unfortunately, I know the struggle to trust God in like measure, or even greater measure. It is as if the residue of not fully trusting my adoptive parents has marred me for life. More damaging, is the wondering, both consciously and subconsciously, of why my birth mother would have given me up in the first place. It has marred my ability to trust anyone.
Worst of all, my ability to trust God.