I know this may sound crazy to some, but, God has been telling me for a long time to share my story. I don't think it is that interesting. But, I suppose that I have gone thru some things that the average person may not have. Of course, each one of us has our own story and goes thru things that the other has not.
I guess the purpose of this would be to share with those that have gone thru the same things that there is hope and there can be life after going thru hardship, whatever that may be.
I am not an eloquent writer, and would not even consider myself a good author. I just hope that I can share with all in a way that will be inspiring and helpful.
Each day as I spend time with God, I will allow him to guide my words and thoughts so that I can share what needs to be shared
I will just start at the beginning. I was born in the south, only lived there for a few weeks I do believe. Of course, this information was passed on to me from my mother since I tend to not remember things at that age. I am uncertain where we moved from there, it was either north or south. I know that is not helpful, but it is what it is.
I do have memories at around 3 or 4 of walking thru a trailer park and picking up a walking stick insect, of course I did not realize that I had picked up a bug, so you can only image the squealing of a 3 or 4 year girl that has just picked up a stick that started to walk around on her.
From there my earliest memories are when I was in kindergarten. So, I really don't know much of what happened in between. I have been told that I rode my tricycle down a set of steps at our apartment building. Maybe that's why I can't remember (I don't really think so).
Kindergarten and first grade were odd, I had friends on the bus that did not bathe and they smelled really bad. I picked up lice from them, always awesome. I ate red berries in the neighborhood that nobody know what they were. I then had to take medicine to throw up for the whole afternoon. Of course, it was me and my best friend and my mom had been watching her that day. So, we spent the afternoon running into the bathroom in order to extricate whatever we had ingested just in case it happened to be poison.
I think that really does cover the early years. We spend our summers going to visit my father, which we enjoyed. Except for the last summer when he took us with him while he cheated on our stepmother and told us not to tell her. He took us to her home to hang out with her son. Really, who does that? So, my sister walks into the house directly to our stepmom and says, "I have something that I can't tell you". What person wouldn't pursue that. We received a letter in the mail later letting us know that they were going to be divorced. We never got to know our half-sister whom had just been born right before that summer. That was the last time I have seen my father or my stepmother or half-sister. That side of our family completely separated themselves from us.
Sometimes it upsets me and sometimes I feel that I missed out on something because of it, but I would almost say that my life has probably been better not having that type of an influence in it. I should pray for my father, as I have seen that he is still alive. I cannot find any information on my stepmother, but maybe she is still out there somewhere. I am sure she has moved on, but I should add her to my prayers also.
This is where I will end for today. God can heal all things and blesses all those who love him.
