Jyoti’s Birth Family

 God Makes the Seemingly Impossible, Possible ~ Now for the evidence that God can do more than we can ask or imagine!

Thursday December 29, 2011

 Having less than 24 hours left in Kathmandu, the time went quickly with so many unanticipated and wonderful contacts. Today started out leisurely, as we only had one planned activity and that was to go to our friend’s coffee shop for a noon lunch get together. Upon arriving at the coffee shop, I was surprised to meet one of my brothers who had been waiting for us, having called our translator to get directions. He then told us that our other brother had gone to get our father, who decided to take the 5 hour plus taxi ride into the city to meet me. I was pretty excited and nervous. Here was my father coming, and I would finally get to see him, but on the other hand I had no idea what to say to him! Finally, after two hours, my birth father came.

L to R: Visan (eldest brother), Sane (father), me,
and Kisan (the younger of the brothers)

When he arrived, seeing me for the first time, both him and my brothers got emotional and needed a few moments to collect ourselves. I think it was very important for my brothers to see me meet my father and to see that I wasn’t angry at him for leaving me, and that I was pleased to meet him. He told his side of the story and circumstances of my birth; why he didn’t come for me in the hospital and by whom my three siblings were raised by and why. It would have been difficult for him to raise four children by himself at that time having just lost his wife, so he had to make some choices.

My birth father telling his version of the events
that surrounded my birth

 There appears to be some resentment from my mother’s family members about the situation 20 years ago, but now that I’ve met both sides of the family, I can appreciate the difficulties that they all experienced. For me of course, it was/is all God’s plan, and I only feel that all these things have worked out for good. In addition to the tailor caste, my family members are the musicians for weddings and festivals, and apparently my father has some advanced skills in that, therefore, my flute playing is part of my genes! My brothers both said that our father also taught them well the tailoring business. Having printed out pictures from the previous day, my brothers presented me with the copies, a very considerate gesture on their part. 

Looking at photos of me and my life in America

 

It was really nice to see some of my father’s personality; he seemed very genuine and sweet. I calculated that he is 58 years old. He also had re-married and had two other sons, one nine and the other seven. I was able to see pictures of them. My father also said that he had heard of Christianity, and our translator stressed to him the fact that if he wanted to see his sons and daughter in heaven, he too needed Jesus. 

My birth father & me

The whole afternoon went well, and I was very thankful that my father could meet me and meet my parents, and therefore see that I was well taken care of. I also felt like there was so much said non-verbally and if only we could have spoken the same language we would have talked a lot more. Though the visit was short, the time we did have was very meaningful.

After that, I felt “complete” that I had met my birth family, and now I would never have to wonder who they were, how many I had, and what they looked like. All by God’s divine plan and grace, this whole experience took place. Praise God!