From Jo Anne:

"Into this mysterious universe we are born, with no apparent set of instructions, no maps or equations, no signs or guideposts, nothing but our equally unfathomable instincts, intuitions, and reasoning abilities to tell us where we came from, why we are here, and what we are supposed to do. What we do possess - perhaps it is the key to our survival as a species - is an almost unquenchable need to know.  - Rabbi Dr. Philip S. Berg

Dear God

By: Beth

Dear God, It's me again. I thank you for the beauty of this world and the people in it. I thank you for the chance to live. And I thank you for the children that you have trusted for me to raise. I thank you for the person I was, I am and the person I will one day become. Thank you for the opritunities that you have given me in this life and what others may come. Thank you for teaching me compassion, and humility, love and joy. But thank you most of all for the gift of thought. I search, some think I am ungreatful for doing this, but I only search for answers. I am sorry if what I am doing is wrong. Please forgive me for that, but I need to know. Please understand my need. Thank you for all that you have given and the lessons that I have learned. And thank you for yesterday, today and tomarrow.

from: Theresa

In all of us there is a hunger, marrow deep, to know our heritage, to know who we are, and where we have come from. Without this enriching knowledge, there is a hollow yearning, no matter what our attainments in life, there is a most disquieting loneliness."--Alex Haley

 "There is a silent strength within each soul, and that strength is multiplied for those who remember that they do not walk their path alone--"Thomas J. Edwards

Adopted Children

     Lord, teach my children Your ways.      give them hearts that are bent toward obedience.   I ask You in Your mercy and grace to      give them wisdom and knowledge and understanding   beyond their years and experience.      Fill their days with a sense of Your presence.   Let them begin to catch a cision of who they are in You.   I pray that their identiy would      come not from their heritage, their circumstances,   or their father and me,      but that their identity would be found in You.      Terry Meeuwsen

Dear Andy

By: Beth

Dear Andy,

I was seperated from you at birth....each of us unaware that the other existed. What a cruel world it can be to know that all of my life I have done with out the one thing that I needed most in this world, and my brother that is you. I have searched for endless days and nights for you, not even knowing that you were the one that I needed to search for. 29 years of our lives have now passed and to God above I pray that not one more year will pass before we are finally reunited. My brother, you are the missing peice that I have so long searched for. My brother, My twin, I love you. Beth

By Beth

an endless search
a journey alone
just a child finding their way home.
destination unknown
searching, seeking, striving to survive
lost in a world of strangers with no signs to guide
voices masked by the law
imprisioning us all
making the journey extend far beyond normal call
the child within reaches out
the adult with out the voice to shout
a travellers supression leads to depression
only at the journeys end will all barriers fall

by Beth

I want the freedom to obtain the knowledge The knowledge that will satifsy the strong desire and hunger that I have for the truth about my birth. To feel true love for myself is part o the desperae desire. I hope to one day say thank you for my life. I have the faith and the passion to fight for my rights. And through those battles my spirit will soar.

Spirit of my soul soar
Spirit of my soul seek
Seek the infant child
The one I left behind.
Spirit of my heart weep
Spirit of my heart grieve
Grieve for the infant child
The one I must find.
Oh spirit my spirit
Sweet sweet spirit
Search my depths
Find within me
The calm I so long for.
Oh sweet spirit
My guiding spirit
Light for me the way
Guide me with the brightest ray.
Let me ache no more,
Let me feel peace to my very core.
Paula in IL

From Theresa

God Made You For A Reason
      When I look upon my screen
I find a happy reason
      the joy that comes to me from you
is gratitude so very pleasing…
      What a wonderful creator
that made a friend like you,
      He placed a sweet kind person
and gave me lots of comfort too.
      A world without your kindness
would be a sad sad world.
      But I don't have to worry,
there's no need to be,
     because of you I am very happy,
  and that's good enough for me.
  I've found great people everywhere,
  they come into my life.
  Just like you, all those others too,
  have given me delight.
  So I thank God I met you,
  I thank him for all seasons.
  Now I know for sure with all my heart,
  GOD Created YOU for a reason.   

By Beth

A Brave Face

I put on a mask each day. It is my brave face. I tell myself that all will be okay and venture into a new. That mask is my old friend that has protected me through thick and thin It has brick by brick helped me build a wall of protection against the outside world. It has absorbed the tears of many many years and is stained with the blood of my soal. It has aged to keep me out of harms way. This mask of a strong brave, hardened woman has hidden a frightened little girl.

by Beth

Where are you? Are you lost in this big scary world? Are you out there aimlessly searching for your way home? Are you alone? Do you need for someone to hold you and let you know that they are there? Are you afraid? Maybe fearful of what you may or may not find? Afraid of never finding? Do you look in every face trying to make the peice fit? Do you search for years on end? Do you yearn for that soft voice that will calm and sooth? Do you long to be back where you can find the real you? Do you dream of that day like it were a fairy tale? Do you dream of me at night when you are asleep? Can you hear my voice and hear my faint weeps? Can you see my face in the stars, I am really not that far.

A Special Child
    by Deborah Honnoll
When I was just a little girl and at my mamas knee I learned I was adopted a "special child", you see. I often wondered what did that mean was it good or bad? I wasnt always quite sure but somehow it made me sad. I didnt want that title Oh no sir, not me There was no way the I could be a "special child", you see. I was all to confusing How could this possibly be? How could someone have given up a "special child" like me? But now you see before you a woman fully grown Whos fought so many battles and is standing on her own. And suddenly its quite apparent and surely no surprise That within each of us a "special child" resides So now I claim that title and for those who are like me I would gladly share the name a "special child" you see.

Prisoner I'm being held prisoner by people I don't know. Their names are all over the documents I hold. All of these people that helped sign away me, Government officials and bureaucracies. Court systems, family services and lawyers with fees, Illegalities and untruths in all different degrees. Doctors, hospitals and registrars, Aparents and agencies, and there's more I am sure. They keep things from me, but I don't think I was asked, if it was o.k. to hide my past?. Did you find MY signature? No, nor will you ever. They think they are smart, and oh so clever. They shut the door and hide the key, but there are things that they can't see. Never underestimate your smallest of foe. For the smallest of forces, like a vine can grow. To become larger over time, and develop a stronger spirit and mind. Someday I'll be able to beat down that door, and not be held prisoner anymore!
KBJ

From Kate
Author Unkonwn
THE MIRROR HAS HOW MANY FACES When you look into the mirror how many faces do you see? When I look I see only me. I can't see my mom or dad, my aunto or uncle, only me! A me I do not really know. What I see belongs to only me, my eyes do not see anyone but me my nose and chin know no one but me A me I do not really know. The mirror is like a wall without ears to me, it can not tell me who I look like, it can not tell me whose eyes I have, whose nose or chin, it can not tell me who I really see only me, just me and only me. If my mirror could read faces, it would see confusion, hurt and pain. for the me it doesn't know. If my mirror could read minds, if would never hear a family history, or learn why the eyes it sees have no real identity, only confusion for me, just me and only me. My mirror knws no one but me and it sees no one but me A me it does not really know A me I will never get to really know either, but I am just me and only me. As I look into that mirror at me, I can only see the face of a stranger, and the world that see me as no one. No one just a faceless entity with no history, no family, no one but me only me, just me.