I don’t believe in coincidence. Coincidence is God nudging you and saying “Sit up, take notice, this is IMPORTANT.” We have themes which run through our lives like the tiny stitches of an elaborate quilt. We don’t often notice them until the quilt gets bigger and we start to see a pattern.
I have struggled with infertility and cried the tears of a vacant womb. And yet, children keep stepping into my life.
– My friend’s kids all call me “auntie.”
– I have a wonderful relationship with my biological nieces and nephews.
– Three years ago I happened across a therapeutic horseback riding ranch that services not only adults, but children with disability.
– I keep stumbling across websites about children in need.
And so it goes…
In the last week three things have happened:
1. I met a woman in her 50s who just adopted a four year old foster child (who had been in her care since he was a year old).
2. One of the book groups I belong to began discussing Purple Hibiscus, by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and the subject of child abuse and foster care came up. One very vocal lady expressed that “foster kids are crazy” and wondered why we no longer had orphanages in the United States. I instantly felt outrage at her statements and my first thought was to defend these children.
3. Triple Creek Ranch Inc. (the therapeutic horseback riding program I volunteer at) began discussing what we (the Ranch) can offer to foster kids…and a rush of adrenaline surged through me. This sounded “right”…I wanted to help with a special program like this.
So, what does it mean? Coincidence? I think not.
I’m sitting up. I’m paying attention. It seems to be important.