You see, my parents had longed for children. They had tried and tried and tested and waited and hoped and prayed... and after 9 years, still no baby. The doctors had told my Mom, 'You will never conceive.' She was devastated and continued to hope and dream of bearing a child - a conglomeration of DNA from her dear husband and herself. After such a long wait, they decided to look into adoption, and were delighted to discover a beautiful baby girl in a Hong Kong orphanage (where they were living at the time, and have ever since), who was 'adoptable'. They named her Catherine, and she is my big sister.
Every child loves to hear his or her story - of coming into the world, of coming into this family - whether through adoption or birth - kids' love the telling of their own story. I heard about my sister being specially 'chosen'. And, to my parents' credit - they told me plenty of my own story - about how much they longed for a child, and they couldn't have one, but that God made me in spite of all the obstacles and that it was pretty much a miracle - so much so, that the doctor who proclaimed my Mom infertile, would not believe the news until he listened to my heartbeat from within her!
But it was my sister's story that I was jealous of. And my two playmates - Sheryl and Janice - well, they too had their own adoption stories. My sister and playmates were Asian - and I thought they were beautiful. Four girls - three black-haired beauties and one freckled red-head. Now, my parents assured me I was pretty enough too (I think!) and I didn't talk a lot about my longings. But one day while my Mom was at Church practicing the organ, the pianist was walking in and found me forlorn on the front steps of the Church (Kowloon Baptist in Hong Kong, for the record), sobbing my eyes out.
"Why Sarah! What's the matter? Why are you crying?"
"It's because I'm not CHINESE and I'm NOT ADOPTED!!!" I burst out. I lamented these two unchangeable facts about myself. How I longed to be chosen - to be sought after - to not have just happened, even though I knew my parents wanted me very much too.
It is easy as little children to want what we don't have, or to want what someone else has. And I wanted their story - to be needy and helpless and to be loved enough to be sought and chosen.
It took me many years of theological growth and development to discover that I could never change not being Chinese, but that I could change being adopted.
As I studied Scripture, and as a family, we memorized Romans 8 when I was about 12, we learned some significant truths about adoption.
Mom explained to me that when they adopted Cathy, they went before a judge and the judge told them that in the eyes of the law, Cathy was fully their child - as much as a 'DNA' child - and even moreso. Because a natural birth mother can relinquish her rights to her child and give that child up for adoption. But an adoptive parent, in the eyes of British/Hong Kong law, can never sever that tie - by taking on this child, he/she is sealed to those parents forever. Nothing can legally separate that tie. Mom explained that British law must have at some level been influenced in past centuries by the invading Romans, whose law held to something very similar.
When we learned Romans 8, about our adoption into God's family, I understood how precious my adoption truly is. Though I am not adopted into an earthly, physical family, I can revel in my adoption into God's family - and that tie can never be severed.