My testimony starts in a weird way. Mostly because I didn't know how good God was once I gave my life to Him. Don't get me wrong. God is always good in my life in caring for me, keeping me from hurt, harm and danger. That was my testimony for the longest time but sometimes as Christians we don't realize just how much he kept us. I didn't truly find out until recently.

I grew up in a suburban home for most of my life, had the benefits of shelter, clothing and parents, a nurse and a home restoration worker who loved me and cared for me. I came to know the man Jesus upon attending church with my grandmother when I was a child. I learned a lot about who Jesus is but without the life commitment. When I turned fourteen I stopped attending. It wouldn't be until the age of seventeen that I would return and truly understand about the Lord and Savior Jesus. The point I learned about God's forgiveness and grace was the point I gave my life to Christ. From then on my life became a commitment to understanding the cross and the life I now have in Christ.

All of my understanding of who God is was set. He was Lord and Savior. He was my everything. I had an identity in Christ and a purpose. He was revealing more of me to myself, but never more than in July of 2009. See that's when I found out that I was adopted. I spent some time in foster care after my biological mother was forced to give up my brother and me. You see, our conditions couldn't have been any more dire. No, not until that nurse laid her eyes on us. She saw us and our condition and stepped in to adopt us when she found out we were available.

I don't have any memories of this event. I was too young to remember, people, places and conditions. But as I look back on my new found reality, I can't help but to thank the Lord for taking care of me more than I ever knew and while I was shocked in hearing the news, because I knew Jesus Christ, my identity was secure in him. He was still my Father, my Savior, and my Lord.