I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well. My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them. Psalms 139:14-16 KJV
75 years ago a woman who was probably a prostitute gave birth to her 7th son. Like the others she left them, possibly like me, on the steps of the Ventura Orphanage. My home was to lie on my back in a crib for 10 months. I couldn’t roll I couldn’t crawl, I just lay there.
Then the Stovers came, and like so many couples that couldn’t bear children themselves, they took me to their home and raised me as their own. They gave me their name, loved me, and worked to strengthen me so I could roll, crawl, swim, and walk. Actually, I could swim before I could crawl. That’s how my Mother strengthed my feeble body.
I thank God I was not aborted. I thank God my physical parts were not harvested to be sold to the highest bidder. Evidently Planned Parenthood was not in Ventura, California at the time. I thank God that He had a plan for my life even before I was fully formed in the womb.
I’ve been living that life and enjoying every minute of it. Well, it wasn’t always that great but Jesus came into my life and I was adopted into God’s family. I found that I was born to be born-again just like you were. Don’t let your origin and/or past keep you from Christ and salvation.
For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord , thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end. Jeremiah 29:11 KJV