My 👩🏻 mom was 🤱🏻 adopted and while she 🤦🏻♀️ struggled with the rejection of her birth parents giving her up, she was also 🙏🏼 grateful to be CHOSEN by a ❤️ loving, stable mom. To the mom who chose her, she wasn’t an accident, she wasn’t a mistake and she wasn’t a burden. No. She was chosen. She was desired. She was wanted. She was cherished. God 🙌🏼 chose us! He CHOSE to ✝️ send His son to save us so that we could be adopted into His family. That’s who we are to God. We are chosen, wanted, desired and cherished. In my 🙏 prayer time, I often beg and 🤮 cry out. This makes me feel ☹️ lonely, unwanted and slightly rejected. It's the times that I am 🤫 quiet, still and patient that I hear 🙌🏼 God the most clearly. Those are the times when He has the most room to comfort me the way I should be comforted. It's those times that I come away from our conversations feeling built up and restored. As I make some 🤔 decisions about my future, it's so comfo