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by Bonnie Schuon (Author)
My life was like an empty room. At first glance, my walls were painted, but the paint would peel in places because the primer underneath was missing. I knew I belonged to my family, but I didn't know how my life began or where I came from.
My first seven days were a mystery. I understand my Father in heaven created me, but where/who was the human who physically carried me for nine months?
I had roots in my childhood with the family God gave me. Solid, deep, loving roots, but I was "transplanted." I found strong roots with the family I married into. They gave me a new sense of belonging with another set of loving parents, two brothers, and most importantly, my husband, who is my soulmate. I was finally given "blood" relatives with the birth of my children and, later, grandchildren.
Something was still missing. The life I have now is my second transplant.
In my sixty-seventh year, God answered all my questions. I was led full circle back to my beginning.
I found the primer that was missing. The reason I was given up for adoption is irrelevant. God blessed me with the answers to my lifelong questions. I now know where I came from and how I got here.
As an added bonus, God, in His infinite mercy, led me to four loving half-siblings, three sisters, and a brother, who have all welcomed me with loving arms. I couldn't be more grateful and happy. I felt a sense of peace and contentment not known to me before this journey.
