my age, 28, the year 1995. I was finally aware of how dysfunctional and abusive my marriage had become. My options in my mind at that time, with four kids ages 2, 4, 6, and 8...suicide, as the despair had caused me to actually believe they would be better without me. ..or..have faith.(crying as I typed that very misunderstood word) All that meant to me was one day at a time, handeling an eviction, a restraining order, and divorce..no job, no skills, no idea at all what I was gonna do. I had one friend..faithful Beverly Parson- German who made sure my kids had milk and such, and gave me some life lessons on Church and family I have never forgotten. My mother in law was a huge support too, but with her 700 a month disability, and my 700 a month welfare, I needed faith. I had that moment when I felt delivered, and the sun started shining again..my kids were again my biggest blessing, and some crazy person rented me a two bedroom apt in Marina. I look back and have no idea how Mountain Mikes pizza and foodstamps met our needs, but Glory to God..it did. When I do the math, it boggles my mind. I went down to a size 6..and my ex has never been so aware as what he lost. No looking back, you all know where I went from there. But yes 28..the age I was when God showed me his gentle love for me(crying again) the year I found out that worth is not a measure God uses. I chose to rely on him, and he pulled out all the stops for me and my kids. How easily we forget..I needed to think about 28 again, thanks Kim! Now ..please like this and I will give you an age to talk about. : )
Posted on: Mon, 09 Sep 2013 19:38:31 +0000
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