It’s time. This is it. For so many years, friends and family have been encouraging me to write a book about my life’s experiences thus far. It’s taken until now to finally feel the inspiration from God to put myself out there, after all, I have nothing more to hide. I thought telling about my abortion at age 14 (Forgiven and Set Free) would’ve been the hardest thing to reveal, and I’ve done that. It’s time to “come clean” with the rest, and pray that I can help someone else in the process.
I guess I would classify my story as surviving, what some could call, hell on earth, then finding my spirituality and turning my entire life around. As shocking as some of my reveal may seem to some, it’s meant to encourage others to not give up, and to listen when God speaks to you ~ and He WILL, if you let Him, if you listen. He can bring you through any circumstance, if you trust in Him.
“With God, all things are possible.” ~ Matthew 19:26
So, I’m not writing a book, exactly. I’m going to blog about it. Each post will be like a chapter, with this being The Beginning. I’m not going to change any names “to protect the innocent”, but I will use initials out of respect for those who deserve it, and for those who have passed away ~ and, yes, even for those who don’t deserve it (respect)! I make no apologies for what I’m going to reveal. It is the truth ~ my truth, my perspective. I will attempt to write each chapter in chronological succession, but I will be writing as my inspiration tells me. I trust He will not steer me wrong.
Before I begin with the Chapters, I want to notably make clear that I had what I consider to be an awesome childhood. I loved my parents, even though I didn’t know that until it was too late. I love my siblings ~ all 4 are older than me, but not necessarily wiser… maybe in “some” ways. I believe I had a “typical” childhood of the ‘60’s and ‘70’s. My parents were loving people, albeit strict and they believed in corporal punishment, as do I. We vacationed as a family each year, went to the company Christmas party at the Landmark Theatre in Syracuse, I learned to wash dishes by hand before I could reach the sink using a step stool. We grew up in rural Upstate New York, and strung toilet paper at the “four corners of Plainville” on Halloween night, then watched as the tractor trailers drove through them and blew their horn. My story doesn’t really begin until I became a pre-teen/teenager. I’ll get there.
I also want my four amazing children to know, before I even begin, that I love them above and beyond anything they can ever imagine. I would not change one aspect of my life, as that’s what it took to bring them into this world and get us to where we are today. They have survived the tyranny, chaos and abuse I raised them under, and have become incredible adults with gorgeous children of their own.
Lastly, and most importantly, I must acknowledge my husband, Al (whose name I won’t initial), for coming into my life just when I needed him most. I must confess that it was Al that brought God into my life… or was that vice versa? *smiles* They came into my life simultaneously, and I have been abundantly blessed ever since.
“Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.” 2 Corinthians 5:17
Oh, and the photo? I’m borrowing it from another site: www.sthomasphotos.com I also want to recommend the blog: http://viewsinfinitum.com/ . This particular photo is a favorite of mine and has the effect of calming my mind and my soul, allowing me to reconnect with my Lord and God when stress is particularly abundant. This photographer has many such “calming” photos, many involving waterfalls, nature and landscapes. The blog is well-written and insightful, always stirring my imagination and emotions. Worth a look.