There are moments in life when you know God is asking you to share your story, not because it is perfect, but because it points to His goodness. For me, this is one of those moments. I have felt the Lord nudging my heart to start from the very beginning and share how His hand was on my life before I even took my first breath.

My Beginning

I was born in Southern Utah, near the Arizona border, and adopted through a Christian adoption agency in Tucson, Arizona. My birth mom was a teenager, young and scared, yet brave enough to choose life.

In the small town where she lived, teen pregnancy was something people often hid, and young mothers faced judgment and shame. The culture around her made it hard to be open or find support, and the father of her baby encouraged abortion. But even in that pressure and confusion, God was working.

In the quiet of her heart, she chose something different. She chose to trust that God had a plan for the tiny heartbeat growing inside her. She chose life. She chose love. And she chose adoption, a selfless, courageous act that gave me the chance to have what she could not give at the time: a stable, faith-filled home with a mom and a dad who loved Jesus and would raise me to know Him.

And by the grace of God, that is exactly what happened.

A Family Chosen in Love

I was adopted into a home where love was not measured by blood but by the heart. My parents were strong believers who had already adopted my sister before me. From the beginning, adoption was part of the story God was writing in our family.

Growing up, being adopted was not something I hid. It was something I celebrated. It was never a secret or a shame. It was a symbol of purpose and a reflection of God’s redemption. My parents prayed for me before they ever held me. They loved me before they ever met me. They chose me, and even more than that, they made me theirs.

They gave me a home filled with love, laughter, and faith. They taught me about Jesus, about kindness, and about grace. They showed me what it means to live a life anchored in God’s Word. I will always be grateful for the life they gave me and the love they poured into me. I will always honor them and thank God for them.

Accepting Christ

When I was six years old, I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior. I still remember laying on my bed, praying quietly to God and asking Him to take control of my life. I knew even then that I was sinful and could not do it on my own. I understood that Jesus died for my sins and rose again so that I could have eternal life with Him.

Romans 3:23 says,

“For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.”

And John 3:16 reminds us,

“For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.”

Salvation is not something we earn. It is a gift of grace that none of us deserve. Just as I could never earn my earthly adoption, I could never earn being adopted into God’s family. It was freely given through love.

Ephesians 2:8–9 says,

“For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith, and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God, not by works, so that no one can boast.”

That night, as a little girl, I gave my life to Jesus. I told Him I believed in Him, that I knew I was a sinner, and that I wanted Him to forgive me and be Lord of my life. I did not have all the answers, but I knew He loved me, and that was enough.

Chosen Twice

As I grew older, I began to understand that my earthly adoption was a beautiful picture of something even greater. I was chosen by my parents, but I was also chosen again by my Heavenly Father.

Ephesians 1:4–5 says,

“For He chose us in Him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in His sight. In love He predestined us for adoption to sonship through Jesus Christ, in accordance with His pleasure and will.”

Romans 8:15 tells us,

“The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again. Rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by Him we cry, ‘Abba, Father.’”

To be adopted into God’s family means to be chosen, wanted, and loved, not because of what we have done, but because of who He is. Adoption is a story and a symbol of grace, a gift we could never deserve but are freely given through Christ.

Adoption in the Bible

The Bible is filled with examples of adoption and redemption. Moses was adopted into Pharaoh’s family and later chosen by God to lead His people. Esther was adopted by her cousin Mordecai and positioned by God to save her people. Even Jesus was raised by Joseph, an earthly father who chose to love, protect, and guide a child who was not biologically his.

From beginning to end, Scripture shows that adoption is close to God’s heart. He takes what is broken and makes it whole again. He redeems what was lost and gives it purpose.

A Story of Grace and Gratitude

When I look back on my life, I see God’s fingerprints everywhere. From the teenage girl who chose life, to the parents who opened their hearts and home to me, to the faith that grew in my heart as a little girl praying on her bed, every part of my story reflects His grace.

I was chosen by my earthly parents.
And I was chosen again by my Heavenly Father.

That is the beauty of being chosen twice.

My prayer in sharing this story is that it reminds someone today that you are not forgotten. You are seen, known, and deeply loved by the God who redeems every story.

1 John 3:1 says,

“See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God. And that is what we are.”

I am living proof of that truth, chosen twice, fully loved, and eternally His.