My Dear Friends,
I have wanted to write a book about my life for many years now, and wanted to share my Prelude with you. I am writing this book to reach those who think they have missed the mark, given up all that God has for them, because as humans, they have made errors. Please be my editors, correct my grammer, it’s not my strong suit, of this I am sure! 🙂
In the Beginning
“In the beginning, there was God.”
If the story of my life could only have ended there, in the beginning, there was God.
But, it didn’t.
Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother’s womb. I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration—what a creation! You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something. Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before you, The days of my life all prepared before I’d even lived one day. -The Message
I was born on an ordinary day in April. I was the first of only two children born to my mother and father. They married in 1982 and I was born close to a year later in 1983. Those years have been flying by, as my grandmother warned me they would. She used to say, each year it felt like it went a little faster than the year before. I agree.
My younger brother, Keith was born about 22 months later. He is my opposite and my other half in so many ways. He is my blessing. I still contemplate hurting him from time to time as most brothers and sisters do, but I don’t go through with it. He really likes to egg it on, from that I have learned, some things do not change.
We lived in a secluded world believing our family was indeed happy for a couple years until one day when our dad left. Mind you, we were only two and four, but we understood. Not to the degree that we do now, as married parents ourselves, but we knew something was off, and we knew how to fix it.
You get on your knees and that’s what we did. In the hallway of our home, we sat with our mom hands clenched in one another’s and we prayed. We prayed for a weeks, months maybe even a year. In the mind of a child, we prayed forever, in the mind of a hurting woman wanting her husband home we prayed forever. For my dad, those prayers were just too strong. He came home, by the grace of a grace filled God. It was by all accounts, a miracle.
We were raised in faith. I spent close to every Sunday of my childhood sitting in a brick building with dark read carpet to match the wooden pews cushions. In this building I learned that there was indeed a plan for my life, unmatched by anything the World could offer. I learned that a man had come to earth in the form of an infant to save me from my sins. I learned that I was fallible, but that he was infallible. I learned that when we call, He answers; guaranteed. I learned that people who sing in the choir or on a praise team, are just as messed up as the people down the street who do not know Him. That we all, were born into a sinful world, and we all, have a choice to make.
This is where my story begins.
I, like the day of my birth, am ordinary. I have always been ordinary and realized many years ago that extra-ordinary would probably not be used to describe my life. Over time, I began to be ok with that. I compromised my life, agreeing to the simple and mundane instead of incredible or spectacular. I made an unknowing compromise with my enemy, that I would be a light, not shining brightly, no flickering in the dark but a light safely hidden under a bushel, for there, in seclusion, nothing could hurt me.