From overflowing fodder!
Hi! I’m CindyLee and before I move on, you’d probably like to know why I’m here in the first place. I call it a ‘call’. Does that sound sanctimonious? If so, I apologize, but it’s true. I’ve known since childhood that I am to write and since early adulthood that I was to share Jesus via writing and singing, as well as through serving in other tangible ways. I’ve created this little space in the internet world because I’ve had so many experiences where God has intervened and I am compelled to share them. The best way to honor him for his intervention is by using what he’s given me to share with you. That’s why I’m here. I’m compelled to share from an overflowing supply of fodder!
The overflowing fodder of military moves…
Down in the Country
Some of the fodder of my sharing is military-life related: I understand the life of anyone who must relocate often as I served my country through my husband as a Coast Guard wife for 25 years. Relocation was a ‘matter of course’. I understand country life as well. The daughter of a genuine ‘country doctor’, in the middle of 6 siblings, I was raised among the farmlands of North Carolina. To my delight, our only ‘back-to-back’ tour of duty allowed us to live for 7 years in the lovely rural, riverside community of Gloucester, VA which was very much like my childhood home.
Down by the Sea
The fodder of my sharing definitely includes seaside living.
I spent gobs of time on the Outer Banks of NC as a child. It’s just an hour from my hometown! My husband and I lived a total of 11 years in various Atlantic Ocean communities from Cape Cod Massachusetts to North Carolina. We have now semi-retired near the Chesapeake Bay. We lived on two islands during his career, Chincoteague and Ocracoke, and know the challenges of raising a home-schooled family in remote places.
Up on the Great Lakes
Ohio was probably the biggest surprise to me, personally. I remember finding out that we would be stationed near Cleveland. There were only a few people I knew from there- contributors to my childhood angst. My first thought, I’m a little embarrassed to admit, was, “Cleveland, Ohio? What good can come from Cleveland, Ohio!?” I truly expected the people to be as cold and wet as the climate and when we first moved there, it looked like I guessed correctly.
Pot-head stash in my home
It was April…my internal calendar said SPRING and I foolishly traveled to Ohio in flip-flops and short sleeves. We had three children and all of them were similarly dressed. When we arrived to our new home, it was snowing, we’d driven over 10 hours and the guys who were supposed to have moved out of our rental home were still there. They were bachelors and had reserved one of the bedrooms for their pot-planting endeavors. Haha! A major part of hubby’s job was confiscation of illegal substances! When those lazy young men realized who he was and that he’d seen their bedroom stash, they moved their buns into high gear! We took the kids to lunch and the house was empty and ready for us when we returned!
Good innards in this book!
We settled in within a week, but until the weather warmed, never saw the glint of a neighbor’s eye. Being southern ‘born and bred’, this didn’t go over well with our young opinions. What we learned, however, is that ‘northerners’ tend to be much more cautious in their connections, but once they’re in, they’re all in! We spent four years in Ohio on Lake Erie, learned about the Amish and were wonderfully surprised at the depth of genuine friendship we found with people there! Many of them have become life-long friends! “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover” was never better learned!
The Overflowing Fodder of my Adoptee Reunion
I’ll write a lot more about this at my Adoptee Reunion Story Page. For now I’ll just whet your whistle:
I was adopted in infancy and grew up with that knowledge. I commend my parents for their wisdom in that! However, further inquiries were ‘off-limits’ and questions remained deeply buried. One must remember that society has changed massively in the decades since my birth. No parent wanted the label, ‘unwed and pregnant’ attached to their child or to their family during the 50’s. People hid such atrocities in the back-most corner of bottom drawers.
The adoption coercion of the Baby Scoop Era
My birthmother gave her baby up for adoption under coercion. Unwed pregnant girls returned home in that age, but only without their babies. America, England and Australia participated heavily in this social injustice. Australia has since offered a national apology to the birth parents and children of that era, now known as the ‘Baby Scoop Era’. They sent my birthmother away to live with her sister until my birth. After my birth, my grandparents and the medical staff (and only God knows who else) told her I died. They thought that was the best way to get her to ‘move on’ with life. There’s SO much more to this story, but most of it is for another page. Check out Dan Rather Reports for more information.
“Umm…Hello, I’m Cindy and I’m not dead.”
The short ending is that 42 years after my ‘death’, I found Rachel and her family. She never believed the lies and raised her later children knowing they had an older sister out there, ‘somewhere’. Rachel was thrilled that I found her. We later marveled that I had spent my childhood less than 3 hours away from her. She was part of my life for 6 years before cancer took her. Our story is one of the miracles. You see, according to man’s twisted law, our relationship shouldn’t have been possible. If you’ve ever heard of a ‘but God’ story, this is it!
Finding my birthdad
Fifteen years later, God gave me the courage to find my birthfather, too. He is a humble, kind man and an expert at his trade…a true artist. Not of huge stature, but truly of huge heart. My adoption took place in the ‘closed book’ state of North Carolina. Sixty years later, possession of my original birth certificate is still against the law. Still, God opened every door needing opening so I could have knowledge of my heritage and my birthparents could know the girl they’d tried to find so many, many years before. In the end, who gets the glory for bringing light and truth into this corner or all our lives? God does. Hands down.
One last and extremely important fact for adoptive parents out there that may be reading this: My love for my adoptive parents didn’t change one iota as a result of finding my birthparents. I am forever grateful to my adoptive father for giving his blessing to my finding my birthparents. This took place ten years before I actually heard God whisper, “It is Time”.
The Overflowing Fodder – Heart Attack
This story will told on in full on a separate page. In brief, this is the miraculous story of my survival from a STEMI heart attack, aka: ‘Widow-maker’. It was rogue, and the reason for it is unknown to this day. It has been nearly three years since the heart attack and the next best thing about God’s hand in it was the final report of, “no residual damage”. If you know about STEMI’s, you know this is a miracle on top of a miracle!
The Overflowing Fodder – TBI
Last but certainly not least, the fodder of my content here will sometimes include references to my Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) which occurred just four months after the heart attack mentioned above. This, too, was ‘freakish’ in the nature. The crash itself, the place where I landed, the hospital chosen, the doctor on call in ER – all these fall under the ‘freakish’ category! The last miracles in the story are that I lived, recovered completely, and once again recieved those ‘magical’ words: “No Residual Damage!”
Baby Boomer Fodder
And then, there’s those plus-60 years of so many experiences that I can’t even count them and won’t begin to list them…You’ll glean them from here as the days go by. I promise not to bore you with fantasies of how much better yesterday was than today. But you have to admit, some of that 50’s retro stuff is pretty doggone cool!
The Overflowing Fodder of Christian Mindset
I may be a bit different than you expect…
Don’t be too quick to think you know how I think based on the era in which I was born. I do not believe in all the absolutes many of my generation tend to pile on the backs of other Christians. When performance and traditions of men are taught as if they are one of the Ten Commandments, it perturbs me. I have learned that forcing man-made boundaries gets in the way of love. I don’t expect people experiencing rejection to embrace the ideas of their rejectors.
Still, I do have necessary boundaries and it’s not all ‘peace, love and flower-power’ here.
Jesus did say, after first healing and loving the broken, “Go and sin no more.” ~John 8:11 -I mean, he said stuff like that more than once, so of course, we need to listen! The Christian dilemma is in our deciding what ‘sin’ is. I do believe God is a whole lot more inclusive than some understand and because this is my stand, I expect I may relate to some friends that others can’t. Moderation is key, but it’s an objective word, isn’t it? So let’s strive to get along here, pushing for mutual respect and love.
Let’s Be Friends!
As you can see, my fodder truly is overflowing and I have buckets for sharing with you! I hope you will share your stories with me, too…and the hindsight education they’ve taught you! Please stay. I hope we’ll be good, good friends!
It’s your turn now. Tell me who YOU are.