A Blog Written by Kimberly Howey
My name is Kimberly Howey, and I am an adoptee from Seoul, Korea. I was abandoned by my birth parents, and commended into the care of Holt International Children’s Services as an infant. I was adopted by an American family at the age of ten-months-old. Other than the stark reality of my physical appearance, every inch of me is American. Truth be told, I’m really a country girl from Virginia.
I consider myself to be incredibly fortunate to have been adopted at such an early age, and although I know very little about my origin, as the case is with all abandoned babies, I am fully convinced that God has had a plan for my life from the start. My husband, Mark Howey, says I was brought half way around the world for no other reason but to marry him.
Although I do not have the benefit of a birth certificate, assurance of ethnicity, or a Korean family name to carry on for generations, what I do have is an acute understanding of what it means to be an heir to the richest Kingdom known to mankind. The very nature of an orphan dictates that I should not be capable of comprehending the meaning of obtaining an inheritance, and yet, here I am, a Korean adoptee who fully understands what it means to have a Father who passes down all that he possesses solely for the delight of blessing His daughter with all that He has. I am grateful for the salvation of Jesus Christ…from sin…from slavery…from abandonment..from death! I am grateful to belong to a bloodline that includes eternal Love, boundless trust, and infinite wisdom! I am an orphan no more!
My adoptive family included three older brothers that were my parents natural children. I was baby number four. I was not raised with any training in Christianity, or comprehension of faith and forgiveness. Attending a local church was not a culture I had ever experienced, and therefore, my upbringing was void of common spiritual provision, genuine trust, or even the basic emotional tools for coping with rejection. To sum it up, our family culture exhibited every dysfunction the prior condition has to offer its participants. Alcoholism, substance abuse, rage and wars fought at home and at school. It was unstable at best. So then, how did I get from orphan to heir? Well, it all began with one desperate outcry to God from the deepest place in my heart.
It all started with a question. At the time I had no idea it would turn out to be the most important question of my life. You see, after leaving home at the age of seventeen, I figured out something quite disappointing; you carry with you into adulthood what you were trained up in as a child. Biblical principles are sound doctrine whether you acknowledge them or not. I was trained to fear, hate, and suspect my fellow man of evil, and when I was old, I did not depart from it.
My hope for a brighter future quickly became my unattainable dream for becoming someone I could never be…someone transformable…someone who was free. Free from fear, free from hate, and free from suspicion. At the age of twenty-one, I finally asked the question, “God, has too much damage been done? Am I too far gone to be healed? Are you for me or against me?” You see, believing God existed was never my obstacle. I knew He was, and I knew He was all-powerful. My greatest obstacle was my hatred for a god that would allow twenty-years of abandonment, neglect, and abuse to go unchallenged. My obstacle was not unbelief; my obstacle was un-forgiveness. Once I finally conceded that my life would never change, and that my up’s, and more often, my down’s were as good as life was going to get for me, I finally cried out in desperation, “God is there any good at all that can come out of all this? Will my life ever get any better?”
His reply was a resounding, “Yes!” I think the most exciting part about being His daughter is that from the moment I met Him, until now, He has never stopped speaking to me with the same clarity and compassion as He did from the start! In our conversations throughout the years there has never been a fear of abandonment, there has never been an instruction too hard to submit to, no correction too harsh to recover from, and more importantly, there has never been indecision or confusion. He became my rock; that I may become a river. Thus, strengthening our intimacy and covenant year-after-year!
In Christ, I have flourished with a twenty-three year marriage to my husband, Mark Howey. Together we have trained our five children(Ages ranging from twenty-two to eleven-years-old) using Biblical principles as our family culture. We have served in ministry as a family for more than fifteen-years. Mark and I were baptized together on the same day, in the same river, by our one and only pastor, Tony Hall. We were commissioned together as pastors nine-years later, and we continue to serve the body of Christ as the opportunity arises. We are serious in our calling to preach the Gospel everywhere the soles of our feet will carry us.
If you’ve ever wondered, “Has too much damage been done, or am I too far gone to be healed?” I am here to testify to you today, “The damage can be repaired and your heart can be made whole again! There is nothing too hard for God to heal. Your best days are ahead of you, and they are attainable and inevitable with Jesus Christ as your co-heir. God is, in fact, for you!
~Only one generation before me chose abandonment; while only one generation after me chose eternal life. The only thing standing between them is me, an abandoned orphan who took a stand and said, “No more running from responsibility, no more hiding from doing the hard thing, and no more repeating the same bad choices. Let God be God, and let Jesus be King!”
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