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To be honest, I think I’ve always considered life to be a problem I have to work through rather than a mystery. I am NOT a laid-back person. I’m mostly “high strung” (as my mom used to say). And yet there ARE times when I find life IS a mystery rather than a problem. Death, for example. I can’t do anything about it but wonder what’s on the other side of the door. So I don’t spend a lot of time frettin’ over it. It’s a mystery to me and I’m content to let it be so.
But in pondering this question yesterday, I WAS able to think of something in my life (our life) that was a GREAT mystery to me. Drollery and I were sitting in church one Sunday listening to a sermon I can’t remember a thing about. But when we got into the car we looked at each other and I said, “Did anything strike you as odd from that sermon today?” Without hesitating he said he felt we were being led to adopt a child. I was really floored, because I had felt the same thing. This could and did turn out to be somewhat of a problem since there were so many unknowns involved in that process and we had very little money for an adoption. And yet there it was. We both had gotten that same message from the sermon. And it wasn’t something we had ever talked about.
As most of you know by now, we did, indeed, go on to adopt beautiful 7-year-old Kavitha from India. And that led to another mystery, the mystery of how we could fall in love with a child just from seeing her picture. We were head-over-heals crazy about that little girl before we ever met her. It was a total mystery to me how I could feel exactly the same way for an adopted child that I could my own biological child. But there was no difference. I used to joke with people who asked me if we had adopted Stef that we DID adopt one of our kids, but I couldn’t remember which one. 😀 From the day we brought Kavitha home she was as much my child as Brandon was. The only difference was she was born IN my heart not UNDER it.
To this day it remains a mystery to me how we bonded with Kavitha so quickly. I will never be able to figure it out, and I am content to let it be a great and beautiful mystery.
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The Sandbox Writing Challenge #56 — You and Mystery
You can read the story of Kavitha’s adoption at Choosing Adoption.
Picture Credits:
Kavitha — personal
Quote — www.lovethispic.com
Safar Fiertze said:
What beautiful synchronicity. That IS quite the mystery. Such moments make life beautiful.
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calensariel said:
I think one of the best days was her wedding day. 🙂
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spiritualdragonfly said:
whatever was said to lead you both to the same conclusion is, in my eyes,,,a miracle…There’s no doubt Kavitha was your daughter 💗
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calensariel said:
Nope. She fit in this family like a glove. She’s Drollery’s mini-me. LOL (Guess who Bran takes after.)
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spiritualdragonfly said:
Hahaha…..😆
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Soul Gifts said:
Like a LIVER ?! Lol – yes, they do regenerate. They are the most amazing organ 🙂 Beautiful story Calen
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calensariel said:
And I know YOU know exactly what I mean. 🙂
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Soul Gifts said:
I do, I do !!!
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Shannon said:
Oh you made me tear up too! It was meant to be this way. Forever and ever. Through how ever many universes your souls traveled, yours and hers were meant to be.
Beautiful.💜
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calensariel said:
You know, I look at those four beautiful grandkids and think, I helped make them! It’s quite a rush!
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Jeanne said:
I love this story. Heartwarming. I know this story. Thank you.
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calensariel said:
Yes… We kind of all share that love in common, don’t we… 😀
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Clare said:
Oh {{{Calen}}},
I have tears in my eyes. I have always told my daughters that with the arrival of a new heart to love, no matter how that heart finds you, no matter the journey that heart undertook to reach you, when it finally arrives, your own love multiplies, it doesn’t divide, and I feel that in your words.
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calensariel said:
You’re right. Love is one of those things that no matter how much you take away it always grows more. (Sort of like a liver? LOL)
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Clare said:
Like liver? Yuk!!!! But I know what you mean.
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calensariel said:
Human livers can have part of them removed and will regrow, right?
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Jay said:
This story made me teary.
I too am floored that you both received the same message at the same time, and were both receptive to it.
I think she was always destined to be yours. She is yours. She just came from another route.
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calensariel said:
You know, Jay, I think that’s true. Here’s a picture of 3-year-old me with my favorite baby doll. I think God prepared my heart years ago to love a child of a different nationality.
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Opher said:
strange how you get a feeling, isn’t it? there is some psychological connection on a subliminal level.
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calensariel said:
It was strange for sure. Especially since the sermon had nothing to do with adoption. It wasn’t something we’d ever considered even though we knew there’d be no more kiddos. I think that message was straight from God. (You KNEW I was gonna say that, didn’t you. 😉 )
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