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The Living Proof of Miracles - My Adoption Story... Digging Down to My Roots
I remember that as I would tell a friend this story in person, her mouth would be partly dropped open and look of disbelief would be painted across her face. Then, she would ask me to repeat a few parts of the story to her because it would be so hard to grasp... To be quite honest, even I have times where I feel the same way. I would tell my friend that I am adopted and she would ask questions about it, but, no matter how much I would tell her, I would always feel like there's so much more to say - that we barely scratched the surface. So, maybe writing this story instead of verbally telling you will more thoroughly explain it - at least, as much as I can explain it, because this all happened in the first two years of my life. The parts I don't remember on my own were explained to me by my mother. I will do the best I can.
My mother grew up praying for a daughter - especially when the Lord ended up giving her four sons, and she went through a miscarriage with a daughter. But, one day, as my mom was making breakfast, my father walked in crying saying that he had a dream, and that there was a girl somewhere in the world who needed a family. So they started praying, asking God where they should go to adopt and asked Him to direct them toward that girl. My father found a number for an adoption agency in LA and called them, and they told my parents to pray about adopting from Kazakhstan. Knowing how unsafe it is in Kazakhstan and how they don't like Americans, my mom didn't want to adopt from there. So she kept praying. Later, my parents were in the car with my third oldest brother, and my mom was telling my dad that unless God said otherwise, that they should adopt from China. But, my brother spoke up and showed my parents a coloring book a missionary had given him in his Sunday school class that morning, talking about orphans in Kazakhstan. As my mother looked at it, she started crying and then finally agreed with my dad to look into adopting from Kazakhstan. They prayed about it, and later went to work on it, since they felt that God was calling them to adopt a Kazakh girl.
I was born February 4th, 2002 in Pavlodar, Kazakhstan to a poor seamstress mother, Sandogosh Sabagotova. I had two...
My mother grew up praying for a daughter - especially when the Lord ended up giving her four sons, and she went through a miscarriage with a daughter. But, one day, as my mom was making breakfast, my father walked in crying saying that he had a dream, and that there was a girl somewhere in the world who needed a family. So they started praying, asking God where they should go to adopt and asked Him to direct them toward that girl. My father found a number for an adoption agency in LA and called them, and they told my parents to pray about adopting from Kazakhstan. Knowing how unsafe it is in Kazakhstan and how they don't like Americans, my mom didn't want to adopt from there. So she kept praying. Later, my parents were in the car with my third oldest brother, and my mom was telling my dad that unless God said otherwise, that they should adopt from China. But, my brother spoke up and showed my parents a coloring book a missionary had given him in his Sunday school class that morning, talking about orphans in Kazakhstan. As my mother looked at it, she started crying and then finally agreed with my dad to look into adopting from Kazakhstan. They prayed about it, and later went to work on it, since they felt that God was calling them to adopt a Kazakh girl.
I was born February 4th, 2002 in Pavlodar, Kazakhstan to a poor seamstress mother, Sandogosh Sabagotova. I had two...
