Our Story is God’s Glory Chapter 1

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Note to all my beloved grammar elitists:  I am not a professional writer! You will see errors here and there.  I do care that I give ya’ll my very best,  but I can’t kill myself to be what I am not–  a perfect wtiter!  I promise that I will give my heart and soul to every thought I put down on “paper”!

Now to “My Story is  God’s Glory”……

What kind of tale should I tell about my story?  The tale that begins with “once upon a time” and ends with “Happily ever after”?   There is no phrase I can think of that could describe my beginnings in a pretty way.

My start was not sweet like the fairytales about pretty little girls with long beautiful hair. Or fairytales about little girls who sing like an angel while all the forest animals love them and become their best friends…

My beginning is more like a Grimm tale, scary monsters everywhere.  No friends.  Kids were little monsters.  Adults were big monsters.  The villain was just about everyone. Where was my relief?  Where was my moment of reprieve?  I finally met my Wesley.. as I rolled down the mountain, so did he. We caught each other at the end.. That part was pretty awesome!

My husband, my Wesley says that great line, “Aaaas youuuuu wiiiiiiish” really well now! I had no idea what it felt like to have someone care about my wishes. I am not ashamed of that!  I am thankful for it!  I now have my Cinderella moments where I get to dance with my prince…forever.  We take care of each other, praise God!

But, the mountain of challenges didn’t stop there.  After we met we both rolled down the mountain of challenges together! As we rolled down together we hit just about every tree, I bounced off just about every huge rock.  Finally, the momentum came to a stop.  My husband’s expression didn’t change much.  But my expression? I’m sure it looked something like the movie clip in Tommy Boy where rolled down a mountain too.  He finally came to an abrupt stop. Kind of like how I did.

Like Tommy rolling down that mountain, my childhood was like “getting shot through the orchard and hitting every tree”….

Once I moved out, that part of my life came to an abrupt stop.   Like Tommy, I rolled out of it, brushed off the dirt and said, “WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT!”

In that moment, I realized I was not broken (somehow).  I was now free to make good choices.  I was free to make a good life.  I forged ahead from that day forth.  I was released into another kind of wilderness without provisions  I had no emotional or financial sustenance. But I had God.

This is story about God’s powerful goodness in the midst of a VERY REAL spiritual battle…

For me, there is but one word that describes my beginnings– abandoned.

Not abandoned by God.

Strengthened by God.

I’m gonna have to start with the ugly truth.

Abandoned by those who we all believe should love us the most.

You say– stop in the name of love!  Please T, you can’t start with that!

Oh yes I can!

Why? Because my start is kind of like a —– ( what rhymes with start and is stinky.. another one of God’s jokes on us right!)

But let’s get serious.The beginning of life is a puff that dissipates as time moves forward. It truly is how we end the race.

Do we stand our position or let the world knock us down?

Do we brush our selves off and forge ahead?

Ultimately,  do we believe what God tells us and trust Him?…

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Chapter 2: Stink Stank Stunk!

See next blog!!! It’s a journey of God’s power to sustain us!

 

 

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