If you didn't read the last blog post, stop now and go read it or this will make no sense.
This story has more than one side and more than one point of view. I'm going to share my side of the story and how these events have changed not only my son's life but mine.
I have prayed and prayed and prayed...and prayed some more for God to place someone in my son's life. A male. A mentor. Someone that would take time with him. Care about him. I didn't want it to be a married man because I am single. I didn't want it to be a single man because I didn't know if their intentions with my son would be pure.
So God, how are you going to answer this prayer?
Rewind to November 22, 2018. The day I met a lady that would later introduce me to this someone. When I walked through the door that day, this lady grabbed me and told me that her son could possibly be my cousin. Plot twist.
I didn't really process what she had explained to me until I watched a show that an old pageant friend, Deshae Pardon, was on called "Relative Race. A show that features four teams that take a 10-day journey across the country to discover new relatives and compete for a $50000 grand prize. I had always known that Deshae was adopted so I wanted to watch this show unfold. I cried every SINGLE episode. I don't mean shed a tear or two but CRIED. It was so emotional and highly recommend that you watch it.
(download the app BYUTV or watch the show at www.relativerace.com - They are Team Green on Season 6)
I will never forget her words during one of the episodes. When her son was born, she said that he was the first person she had ever met that shared her blood.
Wow. Here I am in my little world knowing that I had the power to possibly change someone else's life. What was I holding on to?
November 23, 2019 I made plans to pick up a DNA kit from the lady that I had met a year prior. Am I crazy? Typical Saturday night, right?
We talked for hours. I left with my kit and started my truck to head back home when I heard someone screaming. Her son had just arrived as we were leaving. She wanted us to meet so we got back out. Had a group hug. Not awkward at all, right? Then we talked for several more hours. Instantly connected. There were so many God moments that night that I will never be able to explain but I knew that God's hand was in the midst of it all. Cousins or not... God had plans for us.
For a little over a month, I stayed in touch with my "potential" cousin. We talked. We asked questions. We got to know each other. We wondered what the future would look like if we weren't cousins. I told him that he was stuck with me and that we would forever be "potential" cousins after all of this.
We spent Thanksgiving together and that's when my son met his son. We spent Christmas together with his family. STILL not knowing if we were cousins or not. We were all in.
January 1, 2020 I woke up to a text that said...
"Happy New Years Cuz. It's official."
Game changer.
It was official. We were cousins. I cried tears of joy all day long.
His world was changed that day. My world was changed that day. Several worlds were changed that day.
He has a story but that story is for him to share. This is my side of the story and how it's changed not just my life but my son's life.
I prayed and God answered in a way I never would have imagined.
We just celebrated our "one month" as cousins.
God didn't just answer my prayer... He showed off.
I'm beyond thankful for the man that God has placed in our lives.
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