Friday, November 11, 2011

What About Where I Came From?

Cold, rainy day.
Quiet car ride from Dallas to Houston.
Not much more than a chicken coop.
Crying baby.
No dad in sight.

That is my Granddad's recounts of when he came and rescued me from a terrible situation when I was less than a year old. He always tears up, and I always tear up knowing I was ever in such a poor situation. But my Granddad loved me so much, he came down there with his truck, loaded me and my birth mother up, and took us back to Dallas.

From there I was adopted, given back, adopted, been through a divorce, one parent lives out of state now. But my attitude towards life has never changed. Sure bad things have happened to me, but it only makes my testimony stronger.

Most people would think I would be ashamed and uneasy to talk about these things to, but no, I have a full open door policy, because I never know whose life I could impact by telling them where I have been and how God has brought me up out of it! Amen!

Though being financially poor for a while was hard, I was never left wanting again. I will admit that my adolescence was plagued with peers around me in designer clothes and brand new cars. That is difficult for any young person who can not readily afford it.

But amidst all this angst, I have learned to save and spend wisely. Financially I am better off today than I was a few years ago, all because of the lessons my past has taught me! 

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