Sunday 20th November 2016
I have been hearing a lot this weekend about identity and being happy with the person we are.
I think your identity starts at birth when you are given a name.
I have 4 sons and they are all adopted. When my 3rd son was born his birth parents never registered his birth. He has a dash where his name should be on his birth certificate.
2 years before he was born I had a dream that I would have a boy under 6 months old and he would have no name, the dream also said that I was to name him Jonathon.
This dream however was impossible to come true because you would never get a child under 9 months let alone 6 months and a child’s name is usually registered at birth.
However it did come true . We got him at 8 weeks old and we called him Jonathon or Jonny for short. The name Jonathon means gift of God.
I believe that dream was from God.We had to apply for a passport for him which was quite an ordeal because he had no first name. We did eventually get one but it came with 4 Xs where his name should be. The passport office were unsure of what to do because they had never seen anyone apply for a passport with no first name before.
Jonny finally got a name officially at 14 months old when we legally adopted him. Even though he had no name until he was 14 months old, he still existed. He was still a living breathing human being. God however gave him a name 2 years before he was born.
Sometimes I know I felt like I don’t belong, I have felt insecure with my identity with who I am. I do now believe that God has a plan for my life, just like he has for Jonny’s and all my family.
I have lived so long believing I’m not worth it. But God doesn’t think that, my family doesn’t think that – it’s been only me who has thought that. Fortunately I don’t think that anymore and I have realised that I should be proud of my identity and who I am because that what makes me, me.
That is the must incredible story. Thanks for sharing it.
Your best blog post yet. Amazing story. Love it!
You already knew that story Angela
I know it doesn’t mean I can’t encourage you because you wrote it. It still brings me to tears to relive it.
Thanks Ang
Hi
I loved this!! I am adopted too and grew up with the name my adoptive parents gave me. It wasn’t till I was 18 when my birth mum found me that I saw my original birth certificate and learned my name is Faval – which in old French mean ms favour!! Who would not want that for a name but also this resonates with what you have said about identity – I totally get that! ?⭐️✌?️
I always love the meaning of names, it’s nice you have gone back to your birth name because that meaning is lovely.
I am so glad you read this Leah (sorry Faval) still can’t get used to the name change. I thought of you when I read this too. xx