Forgotten or Chosen?

October 17, 2016
He Was My Father

 Installment seventeen, in a 31 day series, Forgotten or Chosen?

[If you’ve missed previous days, click here]

He Was My Father

I sent a message to Courtney and as I typed “yes, he was my father” I knew he was her father, too.

 Our relative, Eric, a continent and ocean away in Norway, had found my search on in 2011 and asked Courtney,

What about Nancy?”

I didn’t have an account on, yet my free, limited search in 2011 left a faint footprint.

Eric was able to see an e-mail address I no longer usedAfter I made that search, my last name changed.

 It had been decades since Tony and I had used our birth name.

Our father’s family searched for us.  The odds of them finding us were slim.

 It was more improbable than probable.

But not for the creator of the universe, the God who took a formless and empty earth and said “let there be light” and there was light (Genesis 1:2,3 NLT). Not for the God who watched me in utter seclusion and formed the inner parts of my body in the dark of my mother’s womb (Psalm 139:13, 15 NLT).

 A divine circumstance.

Consider this verse in Isaiah:

“I will answer them before they even call to me. While they are still talking about their needs, I will go ahead and answer their prayers!”  Isaiah 65:24

God knows me specifically, he knew just what I needed before I did.

They found us.


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  • Reply Courtney Brandt October 17, 2016 at 7:26 pm

    Goosebumps as I read it again. When I typed in Tony’s name on Facebook that day and saw my father looking back at me through Tony’s eyes I knew we’d found you both.

    • Reply Nancy October 20, 2016 at 5:44 am

      You too? And I see our father’s eyes in your eyes…so glad we know each other now. So thankful for your persistence…

  • Reply Anita Ojeda October 19, 2016 at 5:02 pm

    Wow! The ways God works never cease to amaze me!

    • Reply Nancy October 20, 2016 at 5:43 am

      Our God is an awesome God!

  • Reply Plaidfuzz October 20, 2016 at 4:10 am

    I’ve never met my biological father and I don’t know that I ever want to. His daughter, my half-sister, did contact me several years ago and want to meet. I did, more for her sake than mine, and we have since lost contact. I am obsessed with genealogy tho and sometimes I think its because those of us with an absent parent lack that feeling of belonging.

    • Reply Nancy October 20, 2016 at 5:43 am

      Plaidfuzz, God filled me up to overflowing (He has a way of working things out for good for those who love him). Thank you for stopping by!

  • Reply Carolina Hinojosa-Cisneros October 22, 2016 at 4:22 am

    Wow! This gave me goosebumps.

    • Reply Nancy October 23, 2016 at 11:08 am

      Thank you for stopping by!

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