I am adopted. I found out in the third grade. The way I found out was in a very cruel way. It was spat at me by a classmate, as if he were trying to find the worst word he could think of to sling at me. He said, “You’re adopted!”
An argument ensued from whatever we had been arguing about to whether or not I was adopted. Our teacher must have been close because she came running back into our room and stopped the argument.
I told her what he had said, wanting her to correct him. I wanted her to tell him I was not adopted. You see, my mother was the fifth grade teacher in that same very small school. My teacher and my mother knew each other well.
But, rather than correct him, she diverted us to our desks and back to our classwork. Honestly, this was frustrating for me and left me a little confused.
The following Sunday, my mother and father and I were driving to Oklahoma City to go see my grandmother, my father’s mother. I was in the backseat, sitting in the middle, but scooted up and resting on the front seat. We did not wear seatbelts then.
I blurted out, “That Fake Name said I was adopted!”
My parents' heads swiveled around to look at each other instantly. I claimed I was not and how horrible he was for saying such a terrible thing to me. I didn’t know that it was horrible, but in the context he had used it, I assumed it had to be a horrible thing.
So, then they stumbled all over themselves explaining that yes I was, but that it was good and why it was good, and all the reasons why it was good, and why my poor biological mother couldn’t keep me.
I can feel myself frowning now, just as I did then. Something about it all didn’t ring completely true, but at a third-grade level, I had no idea what it was. I was not happy with them. If it was indeed a good thing, then why hadn’t they told me?
One thing was certain, I was different from everyone else, and that also meant Fake Name was right. Which also meant that he had known before I had known. That is a tough pill to swallow.
But, I owned it. The next day I stood in front of the class and told them all that yes, I was adopted and it was a good thing. And life went on.
But a seed of something that had been planted in me germinated that day. It was a seed of rejection.
I can write volumes on this topic and what and how to help someone who may be challenged with this, but this is not what this particular article is about.
What I want to write about is the miracle of God’s deliverance from the spirit of rejection that had attached itself to my life.
One day I was meeting a friend at the little church we attended for a Saturday children's group we led. When I walked in, she made a comment that caught me off guard. I’ll admit, I don’t remember what she said. It was something that alluded to me being free from something.
Since I was so caught off guard and did not know what she was talking about, I insisted she tell me. So, she told me about the spirit of rejection she had seen on me and how it was affecting my life. She said when I had walked in that day she thought for a moment that I had been delivered from it.
Not sure what to do with this new information, and with the kids arriving, I tabled it. You can be sure though that I went to Father God about it asap when I was alone.
I realized that because I was adopted, the enemy had used that as a legal open door to attach a spirit of rejection to me. It was the same as when he had attached a spirit of fear to me through something someone had said. I didn’t know then to resist or it would have never gained a foothold.
The spirit of rejection came so early. Dare I say at the moment my biological mother separated from me? It came from no fault of my own. It came in spite of these people's love for me and desire to do the right thing for me. It was a legal doorway that the enemy used.
As I prayed and sought the Lord, he showed me all of this and also that I was NOT rejected. It was all a lie that the enemy perpetrated. The lie told me I was rejected, so I felt rejected, so others rejected me. God confirmed to me he loved and accepted me and that what was true was that I was not rejected by the God who created the universe, therefore any other rejection I saw or felt was in direct violation of God’s word.
Okay, but what was I to do about it?
His instructions were simple. He first brought to my mind the scripture…
2 Corinthians 10:3-53 For, although we are in the flesh, we do not battle according to the flesh, 4 for the weapons of our battle are not of flesh but are enormously powerful, capable of destroying fortresses. We destroy arguments 5 and every pretension raising itself against the knowledge of God, and take every thought captive in obedience to Christ,
My assignment was to renew my mind by confirming to myself that I was not rejected, but accepted by the one who mattered most. Then when that thought that I was rejected would come, I was to take that thought captive as it says in very five above, and reject it as a thought that was contrary to the knowledge of God.
I felt delivered the moment that God said he accepted me and that I was not rejected, but that didn’t mean that the enemy wouldn’t try to reclaim and hold his ground.
I was persistently obedient about this. I meditated on the words I had heard when God said he had accepted and that I was loved by him. Then, when the thoughts would come of rejection, I would just literally say, “No, I’m not.” Then I would go about whatever I was doing.
This was an ongoing thing for a while. At first, it seemed like I was doing it a lot, but soon those thoughts of rejection came less and less and I felt freer and freer. The enemy cannot stand up to God’s word, whether it be his logos, written word, or his rhema, spoken word.
31 Jesus then said to those Jews who believed in him, “If you remain in my word, you will truly be my disciples, 32 and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”
God showed me how once again in a completely unique situation, how to fight spiritual warfare with his word. The truth, his truth, was that I was not rejected. That truth once revealed to me set me free. But I had to maintain my freedom. I did that by renewing my mind and taking every contrary thought captive.
I still practice it today. I’ve spent a lifetime feeding myself on the written word of God. It is in me. It has renewed my mind. So, when a thought comes that I know is contrary to the word of God, I just say, “No. I don’t receive that.” I know I can’t afford to let it take root in my mind.
I am still learning and growing in God and having his truth grow more solidified in me each day. And, each day that I do, it becomes clearer and clearer what thoughts are injected from the enemy in an effort to derail my life.
If you truly want your life to be changed. If you want to be free, then you too can be. Read God’s word. Let it soak into you. Then when thoughts come to you that you know are not in alignment with God’s word, just say, “NO!” You do not have to suffer from adoption rejection.
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