All that I previously related happened about 15-18 years ago. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, read the first part. It is integral to understanding this part.
To take off from where I left off, I’ve had a special sadness in my heart in regard to what I lost. Okay, it isn’t about me and never will be, so I’m selfish, but that sadness has still plagued me for at least the last 15 years. When you love someone so unconditionally, losing them has an impact.
I loved Asti so much that my life expectations revolved around her. As I was repeatedly reminded in many ways, love is never wrong. God is love. My selfish expectations were what is wrong.
I prayed again and again that someday, I might see Asti again. I prayed that I could tell her that I love her before I die and return home. Although my faith continues to grow, at times I didn’t think that this would ever be an answered prayer and that God couldn’t make it happen. (Are you kidding me? There is literally nothing that God can’t do.)
Early this year, Cat was put in touch with Asti, who was looking for her biological mother. Lord help me, I’m crying as I write. It is hard to see the keyboard.
At the time of the first contact, Asti was 17, soon to be 18 (as of late June). Asti was in a bad situation with her adoptive dad. Her adoptive mother passed away last year and dad has remarried. Asti plays second fiddle to everyone in the home. After several exchanges with Cat and with myself, she has asked to come home to us. Naturally, her adoptive father is completely against the idea, having believed the stuff CSD in Oregon told him and not realizing that they were only after money, not the welfare of a child.
Asti is a legal adult now. She has many of the same issues her mom had in the past. It will be a difficult transition for all of us. But in the next couple of weeks, we will be making the 1,200 mile trip from here to Pueblo, Colorado, where Asti currently lives, to pick her up and bring her home.
I’m an old man now and I can’t offer her the standard of living that she might be accustomed to, but I can offer her the agape love that has never changed through all those years. I don’t know what we will encounter when we get there. If you are predisposed to offering prayers, I ask for you to pray for us.
I’m certain that there will be difficulties to overcome. That comes with life in general, especially in situations like this. Truthfully, I feel inadequate, but I have love to sustain me and I am excited about this new chapter in our lives.
All of this is something very few people know about my life and my past. Incidentally, the picture is of Asti and she is the spitting image of her mom at that age. She thinks she is ugly. I think she is beautiful. Can you see the Cherokee in her?