my story

Looking back at all of my posts, I have written in the past, amongst the many typed words it hasn't at all been mentioned how it came about that I should be settled here in California. You may look at me questionably and ask, "You haven't lived in California all of your life?" 

Well, yes. And no. 


Yes, because for the most part of my life I have slept exactly in the same bed for about 13 1/2 years
 {take into account I have been away on vacation before, of course ;)}.

But I thought you were 14, you may say. Ah, do the math and there are 6 months precisely that are an absolute mystery to you...well, that includes you and me both. I haven't the slightest clue as to what life was like at the first 6 months of my life, but do you reader, know what it was like at 6 months of age either? All I know was the stories I have been told, and my imagination fills in the blanks, but the true story is about what I'm going to tell you.

I'm going to tell you the tale about a little Asian girl who lived in China and - well, I won't spoil the end of the story just yet. I'm going to tell you about...
my story. 

 Once upon a time...

In the year 1996 during the October season, there lived on the outskirts of a Guangzhou, China a woman who had a baby. Now in that specific region of China, women were restricted to have a certain amount of children so as to keep the expanding population controlled. And without further choice that woman had to give up her baby for adoption.

{six months later} Across the Pacific Ocean, lived a newly wed couple. Although they were happily married, they knew in their hearts their family was not complete and their hearts were filled with sadness, and alas, the wife could not become pregnant. And so they turned to the option of adoption. 

 Months before they had already traveled to Nepal, in search of their child, but they came back broken-hearted, although trusting in the Lord still. 

Soon, they felt a calling to China, and so they went. 

 and came home with...me. 

But perhaps, I should explain to you the part when my Mom was in China....

For you see, my parents went to China with a group of couples who were also adopting. When everyone was ready to leave, my parents found out that their fingerprints had expired, and they couldn't travel home. Unless...they were willing to leave me behind. 

Well, you can imagine that the idea would never cross Mom's mind, and so she stayed. 

for two whole weeks.

in China. 

alone. 

The list of bad things could go on, but finally Mom and I were able to go home.  

And how glad I am to be here in America, safe and sound with my wonderful family I was blessed to be a member of. 

"Why did you post this now?" you may ask, when everyone else is posting about patriotism, flags, freedom, ect.

 Because to-morrow, the fourth of July, is the anniversary of when I came home, from China to live in the land of freedom with my wonderful parents. 

And for that I am forever grateful.