A Child's Faith

I have lacked direction and not been doing as I had originally planned with this blog... Now it is time to tell the story I was going to tell, rather that aimlessly drone on about a variety of subjects.

I have few memories of growing up, but the few I have are mostly happy ones, family vacations to Disney, Christmas, going to the circus or day trips to tour a plantation. My family and I did not go to church every Sunday, but we did spend each Sunday together and somehow through the years I know they instilled a very solid faith in me. By the time I was a teenage girl I knew that I had a very good relationship with God, I knew He loved me and was looking after me. Like all teenagers though I did not feel secure in who I was. I had questions about myself and did not feel comfortable with my changing body and the awkwardness of being a teenage girl.

I was a quiet person and often stayed in my room reading and listening to music. I did not have many friends and my sister had many. My family moved around a lot because my father was a Navy helocopter pilot and as easy as it was for my sister to make friends it was that difficult for me to make them. I was shy and quiet and uncomfortable around strangers and never was good at making small talk.

When I was older I continued to look and look and believe that God was there for me. Even at my very lowest point and lonliest days I knew that I was not really alone. I did go to church with my grandmother while I was in college while we were living together. One day while I was there I was amazed by a realization that God was speaking to me and saying that I was loved and that I was needed here on earth to still do something. I did not yet understand what I had to do, but I knew that my time was not over. We had a friend in that church who moved me tremendously. He was the most giving gentleman, he suffered from cancer for years but still gave to the chuch by seating and greeting people each Sunday he even made the most beautiful painted pins for everyone in the church at Christmas. I still remember the generosity of this wonderful man, he was very inspiring.