“But the stars that marked our starting fall away.
We must go deeper into greater pain,
for it is not permitted that we stay.”
Dante Alighieri, Inferno
We’ve been talking recently about prayer…
but I thought we’d take a little break while I continue working on putting something uninformed for
us to use as our “prayer” tool
Heather, Salvageable and IB all added some great words yesterday, so I’ll compile our composite…
and throw something out to us next week.
I did want to offer an update on a few other sundries but first, a little back story as this
will be a two-part post–in part to keep things relatively brief.
You see that grainy picture up above?
Well, that picture is from a very hot late summer’s day back in 1983.
My mom is happily looking on as my godfather, the priest who was to conduct that day’s wedding,
came to the “brides” room, in the basement of the church, where all the girls were getting ready
for that day’s big event…
A 23-year-old me had stayed up late the night prior in order to write a long letter.
A letter of gratitude and love between a goddaughter to her godpoppa…
I had slipped the letter under his office door early that morning, long before the
big day’s event was to unfold.
He had read it and came to find me.
Ours is a long convoluted story of a relationship that began when I was barely 15.
It was a relationship between a father and daughter who were neither to the other…
He had 4 children and I had a father…yet we both knew God had a hand in this
mismatched union of two unlikely individuals—as I was considered a 5th child and he was
a surrogate father…a true God-parent.
It was a relationship that began perhaps as happenstance but was actually Divinely conceived.
I know that God knew I would need a guide…much like Dante with his guide Virgil—
Virgil leading Dante through his journey through hell—while The Dean guided me through my own
tumultuous life….that of adolescents, adoption, and dysfunction.
Something you should know…we were both adopted individuals.
And whereas that may seem coincidental, the relationship was God-given as there is a great
deal buried in the heart of an adopted individual….the Dean had lived that and knew
I was just in the middle of mine.
I needed not only guiding but I needed healing.
A literal laying on of hands with an anointing of oil and serious prayer.
Dean Collins had had his time of living with those holes in his life…and he helped
me to see, soothe and heal my own.
Shortly following my leap into blogdom 6 years ago…
I wrote a post about that very adoption.
I reread the post yesterday and went back in to clean it up a tad as I have hopefully
gotten a bit better at this thing called blogging and perhaps it flows a bit more easily …
It is a post that explains some of my life growing up adopted…with a nod to the story
(a different early post) of my adopted younger brother’s spiral into darkness and our family’s
sad dysfunction from that darkness.
He could never come to terms with having been given up for adoption despite having been
an infant at the time and yes, eventually committed suicide despite my parent’s desperation
to find every sort of help available—- up to granting him an annulment—
the first annuled adoption ever in the state of Georgia.
In the post, I also explain how I reached out to Georgia’s Adoption Reunion Registry
in order to receive nonidentifying information regarding my “case”…
Yet when the papers arrived, I received only a copious amount of bewildering questions.
More painful questions rather than fulfiling answers.
Here is the link to that previous post:
And so now we fast forward to the present day.
Something that wasn’t available nearly 10 years ago to the general populace wishing to glean
information regarding ancestry and or unknown medical issues.
And so I took the two tests that are available for the curious.
Ancestry and 23 and Me.
The latter’s results came in this week.
The genealogy is on the money…English / Scotch / Irish….nearly through and through.
The results also provide a list of those individuals in their pool of testers whose DNA
links to your own…
be it parents, siblings, cousins…on down the line…
meaning that there are relatives…relatives either known or unknown…
And here is where we will end Part I of this long and odd individual’s tale…
the man in that picture up above, that man with that mischievous
twinkle in his eye…
well, he passed away two years ago and that young girl is now knocking
on the door of 60.
When I went to bed the other night carrying the burden of what
I should or should not do…
wrestling with the idea of initiating a search for my biological parents…
in large part because I want some solid information about my past to
give to my son and now my grandchildren…
I lamented how I wished my godpoppa was here to continue with his guidance…
And so the following morning when I pulled out those now 9-year-old papers
from my initial non-identifying adoption case packet,
out fell a printed copy of a 9-year-old email.
It was a letter written to my Godfather from a biological cousin
he had found when, in his mid 80’s, he discovered while searching for his
The letter spoke of his long-deceased mother and the difficult decision she,
as a young unwed woman bore in the 1920s in having to “give” her infant son “away” —
but as to how one day…they would again meet…and she would embrace him with a lifetime of
love that had been stored away in her heart.
Seems my “Virgil” continues guiding me during this roller coaster journey of mine…
out of the Inferno and Purgatorio, as I work my way to the light of Paradiso…
always pointing me back to the place I truly belong–in the arms of
my loving Heavenly father—our Omnipotent Father…Abba
You tell a fascinating story. I’m looking forward to the parts to come. J.
It is amazing to find dead ends for nearly 60 years only to have real tangible uncoverings in the course of a week!!!
I’m so excited to see your story unfolding and God’s hand in every single part of it!! How amazing, that He weaves a thread through people and years we know nothing about… and He reveals things in His time to us His children. What an adventure. ❤️
I’ve got quite the story for you
Ooh I’ll email you!
Oh, wow, Julie! What a journey you make! You are in my thoughts and prayers!! 💜💜
I still find it so riveting your story even after first learning about it two years ago.
What a story…what an Magnificent God!
I know— I’ll finish so the rest of the story soon ☺️