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Soul Contracts – Do Our Children Choose Us?

by Jo Beth Young

Angel and Girl on Hill by Jo Beth Young

The Angels are always adamant that we have a beautiful karmic bond with the Children we choose and that choose us, whether they be by birth, adoption or fostering.

Those of us familiar with Soul Contracts won’t find this too hard to understand when we realize that all of our relationships, but particularly those of intimacy and depth, are all pre destined and chosen mainly in the spirit state before birth.

In the last year I’ve started to ‘see’ these bonds of contracts and soul seed paths behind people when they come for readings. They look remarkable; a cross between a star map and a string of pearls. Each strand showing us the agreements and ‘destiny’ points on our journey, with as much time and leeway as our free will wishes to join up dot to dot! […]

Step 4 (The Journey of a New Foster-to-Adopt Midlife Mom)

I attended a class on “how to become a foster and or adoptive parent” this past weekend. The class consisted of me and five couples. Three of the couples said were unable to have children and are considering adoption; two have grown children and want to foster or adopt. As the only single person there, I felt like a freak. But by the end of the first Friday night session, that feeling had subsided. We were all there for one thing only: to have a family. […]

Step 3 (The Journey of a New Foster-to-Adopt Midlife Mom)

I have my foster parenting classes this weekend. I do not want to talk about my fear. I do not want to make those feelings bigger and more real by giving them life and breath. Yes, they are there. […]

Step 2 (Journey of a New Foster-to-Adopt Midlife Mom)

I swear it took a full ten days, if not more, for the social service agency to call me. I was starting to think they would not call, but they did, or rather, she did. The foster-parent recruiter or something like that left me a message. I waited one full day (gulp) before I called her back. It was Friday. I was calling her cell phone number, but she was not working. She was, however, in the shower. This was not going well, I fretted.

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