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I've been pretty upset and disoriented for the past twenty-four hours, probably more than some know. Last night was a pretty rough night for me. However, I found in my inbox today an email that made my day (that and a much-need conversation with Trevor). Anyway, I loved the email so much that I took the liberty of reproducing it here. It's from ( Read more... )

Even my weakness, even my doubt, even my anger I submit to you, Lord. Even in my hatred I love you. Even my rebellion is obediance to you. I submit it all to you. I hold nothing back. I give all my uncertainty and rage to you, even as I rage against you ( Read more... )

I'm not doing as well as I appear. What bothers me is not that my dad is not my biological father. What bothers me is that somewhere out there is the donor, and possibly half-siblings. What bothers me is that uncertainty has irrevocably, permanently, and profoundly been thrust into my life. This takes great faith. But I have a weak faith. Oh ( Read more... )

I'm not bothered much by the fact that my dad is not my biological father. What bothers me is the fact that my donor is out there somewhere and the possibility of half-siblings. What bothers me is that uncertainty has permanently and profoundly been thrust into my life. This is a matter of great faith. But I am weak of faith. Increase my faith ( Read more... )

I feel the romantic phase, in which I liken myself to Harry Potter or Frodo, is coming to a close. It is beginning to hit me. I feel that something is coming--something deep inside me. I think this is going to be bad. I'm not doing so well. Please pray for me ( Read more... )

I just found out my dad is not my biological father

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See An Earth-Shattering Autobiographical Discovery first (entry below ( Read more... )

When my parents began telling me that my dad was not my biological father, I first thought that they were getting a divorce, because they looked grave, my mom had tears in her eyes, they started by saying, "Now I want you to know that we both love you very much," and my brother had just graduated high school and moved out. Frankly, despite my ( Read more... )