To say our family is different from theirs would be an understatement. Many people have dysfunction in their family. It is not an unusual thing.
For years I carried this picture in my Bible. It is a picture of my brother. He was given up for adoption many years ago. I had registered him at a couple different search sites. For the last few years I would put this picture on face book to see if someone would see it and know where he was. I wondered if he was still alive, where he was, what he was like. I did not think that any of those questions a would ever be answered.
A couple of months ago My Sister and I talked about doing DNA. I was intrigued about my heritage, because my Mother was adopted. I got on Amazon and ordered a kit. I did not waste any time getting it sent out. It took about four weeks to get the result. I am 43% Irish/ British. There was also some French, German and Scandinavian. There was even a small percentage of African.
I clicked on the button for DNA relatives to see if I had any distant cousins. The first person on the list shared 23% of my DNA and matched 47 segments. According to my DNA he was my half brother. I cannot even put into words the feeling that I had when I read that. I called my sister first, then I sent him a message. He replied right away. His birth name was John Michael Coleman. It was him.
So now we have our brother. We met him face to face Sunday. It has been stressful and emotional and absolutely wonderful. I wonder why it took so long but I believe GOD is in control and his timing is perfect. We have a lot of years to make up for. I look forward to getting to know him and spending more time with him. I love him. You may ask how I can say I love him so soon. The answer is this, I have always loved him. He is my brother.