Changes

Growing up, I had questions about God, and would ask my mom. Her response was always, "we believe in God, we're Christians, don't worry about it." Even as a little girl I knew there had to be more, but I could tell by the tone in my mom's voice that I wasn't going to get any detailed or accurate answers. The home I grew up in was all about talking the talk, never actually walking the walk (they had a pretty hard time talking the talk...) My parents were both alcoholics, and my dad was apparently very abusive. I was too little, I only remember some things. My mom left him, and continued marrying abusive alcoholics. She had 2 other husbands after my dad, and 3 other kids after me, all of us within 5 years.

I first came to truly appreciate that when a friend of mine heard my story and then opened up to me about her rape. She'd never told anyone. But she found comfort in knowing that I could relate to her, so she shared with me. Which opened the door for me to share of the wonderful healing power of our Lord. I've learned that my life is not a waste of time. God has used my past life and mistakes to glorify Him in my new life He's given me. I'm forever grateful. Thanks for letting me share...(sorry so long)