I grew up believing I was “too different” to ever be fully loved.
Until God brought him back into my life.
My name is Eliza Monroe. I was born with albinism.
Because of how I looked, my biological parents chose not to raise me. I entered the foster system before I ever learned what the word belonging meant.
When I was five, I lived in a children’s adoption center. One afternoon, the staff planned a small pretend wedding to make us laugh. Paper decorations. Nervous smiles.
Caleb was the boy standing next to me.
At the time, it meant nothing.
Soon after, we were adopted by different families, sent to different states, and life quietly pulled us apart.
As I grew older, my appearance followed me everywhere. Dating was painful. I was often made to feel like love was something people had to look past in order to choose me.
I prayed many nights, asking God if He had created me by mistake.
Then, forty years later, at a farmers’ market in Phoenix, I heard someone call my name.
It was Caleb.
We talked for hours. And for the first time in my life, someone didn’t hesitate.
Caleb told me I was beautiful—not despite my albinism, but exactly as God made me.
Today, I’m married to the boy who once stood beside me as a child.
I was once left behind.
But God never forgot me.
I wasn’t overlooked.
I was saved for the right moment.
And I was finally, fully chosen.
“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.”
