I have been thinking about blood lines and what it means to have blood relation. I was adopted by my Dad when I was three, a month after my Mom and Dad's wedding. I was miraculously conceived in the back of car to a girl losing her virginity one hot summer eve. They were 16 and 17 years old. What does that mean for me? God doesn't make mistakes. I am as much of a miracle as anyone. We are spiritually connected. God made sure of that. What does that mean for me? I keep thinking of a worse case scenario, like being the son of Charles Manson. What did God intend in that blood line? Did he intend for them to have relations? I have a brother and sister that have the same blood flowing through them as me. We are connected. I can especially tell when I look in there eyes. How comfortable and familiar.
I think of how much I love my Dad and my husband. We don't share blood. But they are my family. I would do anything for them in their best interest. God is sure of that as well. So what does it all mean for me? I just keep thinking and wondering and feeling like I should be able to easily identify what it all means. God has a great grand plan for each of us and he connects us and yet, I don't know. I only know that I can't stop thinking about the fact that God has indeed connected us.
About Me
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- I see myself as a novice gardener, though I may be further along than that. I often ponder life and feel closer to God when gardening. I always longed for God, but it wasn't until I was 30 that I asked him to lead my life. I'm a wife, mother, daughter and sister. I volunteer, sometimes reluctantly, I do what I can to preserve the earth and remember God first in all things. I question societal norms and societal group conscious. Gardening is work, like life, and I see life lessons in garden work.
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