Rescued

At eight months old I was adopted. There are some details I have that my parents have told me, but others remain to be unknown.



I was in an orphanage in Guatemala City, Guatemala for the first eight months of my life. I was in a little room in my crib all by myself, separate from the other children at the orphanage. I was the youngest child at the orphanage. I was malnourished and if you looked at me, I was very sad and frightened. (Mom told me later it took awhile for me to smile.)

For a long time, until last week, the picture of me laying in the crib left alone, abandoned and rejected has really been difficult for me to picture and accept. I've asked Jesus, "Where were you?" I've asked God time and time again to show me where He was.


Last week, I had an experience I will never forget. My mind was triggered by this sad picture again. With the help of a dear friend, together we invited Jesus to show me where was He at that time? We invited Jesus into the picture and for the first time I saw my Jesus. Here is what I saw...


A light came into the room from above. He walked over to my crib and picked me up. There was a rocking chair in the room and He rocked me, comforting and loving me. He admired my little toes and fingers, smiling. He just couldn't stop looking at me. He started singing lullubies to me, covered me with a blanket and told me I could just rest and take a nap, and that He wasn't going to leave me.


He shared with me that He had two special people that were coming, in person, to rescue me and give me the nuture and love I needed, but until then He would take care of me and keep me safe.

This was is a statue that blessed me, of Jesus holding an infant child. God showed this to me after my life changing experience.

My parents were on a trip for a few days in Guatemala. As they were landing into Guatemala City, mom reached over and touched dad's knee and said, "Our child is here!" They had been looking in other countries for a child, but nothing came of it. So when they walked into the orphanage, the social worker showed them some other children, but they had already decided they would take the youngest child that was there. The other children begged them to take them. But mom and dad asked the social worker if there weren't any other younger child. She said, "Well, we do have one little baby girl that would be available for adoption." My parents knew immediately, I was the one God had chosen for them.


My heart is overwhelmed with gratitude. He rescued me. Even as a child, when I had no control over my situation, God never left me, but rather gave me a gift of having wonderful parents and gave me a life I would have never dreamed of, and in the process, chose to heal me from that deep wound that the enemy would have liked to kill and destroy me with. Thank you, Jesus, I love you.