Come back with me a few years to 2010 and sit in my office as I innocently returned a call to Michael Moore, a man I did not know. Little did I realize how dramatically my world would change in the following moments:
“Thank you for calling me back, Mrs. Noble, I have a personal matter I would like to discuss with you dating all the way back to 1970. I’ve been trying to find my birth-mother . . . and your name came up in my search.”
This startling statement knocked me off my feet. In 1970 I was a single graduate student, desperately trying to end my pregnancy. As I collapsed back in my office chair I wondered—could this man be the baby who survived my two abortion attempts and was placed for adoption?
Just days before this phone call, a young man called, “Mom!” during the night, and I felt led to pray, “Lord, help my son,” thinking of my grown sons. Was this man’s search for his birth-mother an answer to that prayer?
For forty years, I had kept this secret from those around me. Now as I faced my past once again, I prayed God would redeem that dark time and take away my shame and fear. In answer to my prayers, He did much more. . .