Christine Lindsay is the author of multi-award-winning Christian fiction. Tales of her Irish ancestors who served in the British Cavalry in Colonial India inspired her multi-award-winning series Twilight of the British Raj, Book 1 Shadowed in Silk, Book 2 Captured by Moonlight, and explosive finale Veiled at Midnight.
Christine’s Irish wit and her use of setting as a character is evident in her contemporary and historical romances Londonderry Dreaming and Sofi’s Bridge.
Aside from being a busy writer and speaker, Christine and her husband live on the west coast of Canada. The Aug. 2016 release of Christine’s non-fiction book Finding Sarah—Finding Me: A Birthmother’s Story is a dream come true.
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Excerpt from Finding Sarah Finding Me: A Birthmother’s Story
by Christine Lindsay
I am a bereaved mother…And is the reunion also a resurrection from the past reminding Hans and Anne that their daughter is not of their flesh and blood? Has the reunion brought back the ghost of their original infertility?
The phone rings. A moment later David tells me it’s Bob calling. Somehow I manage to coherently return Bob’s greeting. Lifeless as a mannequin, I listen as he explains that my expectations are too high. I swallow through a raw throat. “So Sarah’s parents are pretty upset?”
He pauses. “Yes. Anne cried with me over the phone today. Reminded me of you twenty years ago.”
I look up at my kitchen ceiling as twin hot rivers flow down my cheeks, into my mouth, and I taste the salt.
“Christine,” Bob softly says, “did you get the bouquets I left for you and Sarah at the office today?”
“Yeah,” I answer slowly. My clouded gaze searches out the various bouquets that David has put in water and left on the kitchen table. While Sarah and Mark were here at the house I had no emotional reserves to fuss over flowers and forgot them. The long-stemmed pink carnations from Sarah and those from Bob’s bunch are arranged in a vase. Sarah must have her matching bouquet in their car, with the single long-stemmed blooms I sent along for her mom and future mother-in-law.
Bob’s voice pulls me back. “Did you see the single pink rose in the middle of each bouquet?”
I walk over to the flowers to take a closer look, and my voice comes out dull. “Yes…there it is.”
“Don’t expect too much too soon, Christine” he says. “Give it time. I gave you and Sarah the rosebuds to symbolize a new beginning.”
A new beginning. . . But how do I start a relationship in which I’ve already invested twenty years of love and prayer? Am I to grieve my loss again and again that I am not Sarah’s mom for the rest of my life?
I read over my journals from when the Book of Ruth gave me such inspiration in my search for Sarah. But I’m not satisfied like Ruth was at the end of her story. I feel more like Naomi when she hollers out in the middle of their book, in that same gut-wrenching tone as me, “Don’t call me Naomi…Call me Mara, because the Almighty has made my life very bitter.”
Naomi, her losses too deep to articulate into sensible speech, hurting, hurting, crashing to her knees in the dust, feeling the thud echo through her body. Her other fist curls into a solid ball, and she raises it to the air, shaking it under the very nose of God. “You did this! You the Almighty have treated me cruelly.”
As the kids go off to school each day, and David to work, I huddle in my house alone, remembering those three days in the hospital in 1979, remembering the strong sense that God wanted me to give Sarah up for adoption. All those years ago, it wasn’t me giving Sarah to her parents. Instead, God took my child from me.
Relinquishing Sarah to adoption was, I believed, better for her. And now the thought snakes in—better for her, not just because she needed a father, but because you weren’t good enough to be her mother.
More about Finding Sarah Finding Me: A Birthmother’s Story:
Sometimes it is only through giving up our hearts that we learn to trust the Lord.
Adoption. It’s something that touches one in three people today, a word that will conjure different emotions in those people touched by it. A word that might represent the greatest hope…the greatest question…the greatest sacrifice. But most of all, it’s a word that represents God’s immense love for his people.
Join birth mother Christine Lindsay as she shares the heartaches, hopes, and epiphanies of her journey to reunion with the daughter she gave up…and to understanding her true identity in Christ along the way.
Through her story and glimpses into the lives of other families in the adoption triad, readers will see the beauty of our broken families, broken hearts, and broken dreams when we entrust them to our loving God.
Something Special About this Book:
100 % of author royalties for this non-fiction book will be donated to the Mukti mission in India. If you would like to know the reason, then you will have to read my book. I promise; there is a beautiful reason for this.
But if you would like a sneak peak, then go to this link: Global Aid Network gives aid to the Mukti mission, especially to the Women’s and Children’s Initiative. Here is a little bit about the woman Pandita Ramabai who is one of my favorite true-life heroines.
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This sounds like a very powerful, emotional story. Many blessings, Christine.