Funny how God often throws you curve balls when you don’t even realize you are up to bat.
The Lord changed my life unexpectedly last May when I discovered at 32 years old that my parents used a sperm donor to conceive me.
Though I wasn’t part of the survey, I find myself in the category of the 32% of donor conceived adults who identify themselves as Protestant according to MDND (pg. 69). Yet I’ve found no one else online who is talking about being donor conceived from a Christian perspective. It was that frustration coupled with the desire to not waste my experience that prompted me to begin blogging.
The longer version of my story can be found here, but the gist of it is that my mother unexpectedly told me the secret about my conception when I asked her about my dad’s health issues. She hadn’t planned on telling me that day, and I hadn’t planned on opening up Pandora’s Box.
It was shocking and life-altering to learn that my sweet Dad wasn’t my flesh-and-blood father. I truly did mourn the loss of what I thought was a full, unbroken relationship. And then I began mourning the loss of the sperm donor – my biological father. Even more than a year later, I still can’t believe that I have a “biological father.”
But it is what it is. And God has been so kind to me…even in this. And perhaps because of this, I’m seeing His kindness even more clearly.