Post by hsmomoffourmi on Oct 15, 2005 16:14:29 GMT -5
I am so blessed to come from a long line of Bible-believing Christians. My grandparents were Old Regular Baptists and passed on their faith to their children, my parents.
From the 1940s on many young people left the southeastern part of Kentucky and sought a better life at the other end of that "hillbilly highway". They'd say goodbye and head north to work in the auto factories. Some worked a while and then went home; others stayed for good but made regular visits down home. My dad and uncles came to Michigan in 1969 and my dad was the only brother who stayed.
I was raised up in Missionary Baptist churches up here and the Old Regular Baptist when we were down in Ky. I answered an altar call in a Missionary Baptist church up here in June of 1983--I was 8 years old.
Time makes changes and as I entered my teens my family and life started to fall apart. My parents divorced. Instead of turning to God I turned to worldly pleasures and even turned my back on God by reading about things like the occult.
Although I was still regularly attending church, I was also running with a bad crowd (some of the kids from church, even) and sinning away although I knew what I was doing was wrong. I was very angry at God and my Dad, who I felt had abandoned me.
When I was thirteen I met my husband-to-be and we "went together" on and off until I found out at age sixteen that I had gotten pregnant. We asked for permission to be married but my mom wanted me to wait til I was 18. I stayed at home at my mom's with the baby while my husband worked and saved up for a place for us as soon as I turned 18.
I was very scared during my pregnancy. I was just a kid, what was I going to do with a baby?
The day my first son was born, I was alone. My fiance was working and unable to get away and my mother was out of town. My dad stayed with me a little while and saw the baby; then he too was gone and we were alone in our room. Looking at him, I knew that God had never walked away from me. I had walked away from Him but He was still watching over me and still loved me. Loved me enough to send me a precious little baby even though I was sinning outright. I vowed I would straighten up and live right for this child that God had entrusted to me.
...to be continued
Please forgive the break in posting...I have to go to a family get-together but wanted to share what I have so far...thanks
From the 1940s on many young people left the southeastern part of Kentucky and sought a better life at the other end of that "hillbilly highway". They'd say goodbye and head north to work in the auto factories. Some worked a while and then went home; others stayed for good but made regular visits down home. My dad and uncles came to Michigan in 1969 and my dad was the only brother who stayed.
I was raised up in Missionary Baptist churches up here and the Old Regular Baptist when we were down in Ky. I answered an altar call in a Missionary Baptist church up here in June of 1983--I was 8 years old.
Time makes changes and as I entered my teens my family and life started to fall apart. My parents divorced. Instead of turning to God I turned to worldly pleasures and even turned my back on God by reading about things like the occult.
Although I was still regularly attending church, I was also running with a bad crowd (some of the kids from church, even) and sinning away although I knew what I was doing was wrong. I was very angry at God and my Dad, who I felt had abandoned me.
When I was thirteen I met my husband-to-be and we "went together" on and off until I found out at age sixteen that I had gotten pregnant. We asked for permission to be married but my mom wanted me to wait til I was 18. I stayed at home at my mom's with the baby while my husband worked and saved up for a place for us as soon as I turned 18.
I was very scared during my pregnancy. I was just a kid, what was I going to do with a baby?
The day my first son was born, I was alone. My fiance was working and unable to get away and my mother was out of town. My dad stayed with me a little while and saw the baby; then he too was gone and we were alone in our room. Looking at him, I knew that God had never walked away from me. I had walked away from Him but He was still watching over me and still loved me. Loved me enough to send me a precious little baby even though I was sinning outright. I vowed I would straighten up and live right for this child that God had entrusted to me.
...to be continued
Please forgive the break in posting...I have to go to a family get-together but wanted to share what I have so far...thanks