Here it goes.
My first blog.
I suppose this is start of something new, and hopefully exciting.
The beginning.
Well, not my beginning, but the beginning of my blog site. At the moment It's named, "Paintings on a white fence," but being as indecisive and young as I am, that will most likely be changed many times. So don't get comfortable.
But, seeing as this is my first blog *ever*, I figure maybe I should start with, well me! My beginning.
Now, this isn't going to be a super huge winded out version of my life. This will be short, concise, and to the point. I'll focus mostly on how this effects my relationship with God... because that's really the most important thing here, right?
So, I was born in Orlando, FL. I was a part of a big city with a BIG church. I'd always loved God, I just didn't really understand what He was. And to tell you the honest truth, it's still difficult to explain God even today! But anyways, my grandparents were the ones who brought me to church. My mother wasn't really a big 'believer' shall we say. And as for my father... he must have been excited with the idea of making a baby, but when it came down to parenting and all, he couldn't handle it and split the scene. For the next four years of my young life, he was in and out. I only saw him a few times, and I saw my little brother once. It is heartbreaking that I didn't have a relationship with him, because at four years old, my father was shot in a '"drug deal gone bad". (I never look at it like that though. In my little perfect world, it was all just a misunderstanding.) Needless to say, I don't support the 'right' to bear arms.
Skip ahead a few years, and my mom is married! To a huge pooper. I mean HUGE. Like abusive. And it took a toll on her and me. So, the divorce papers were signed, and we moved back in with my grandparents. Who, were taking me to church and filling me up with God-stuff! I had this little voice always saying, "Nobody loves you, your dad's gone, you don't have a father, your mother can't provide for you.." And it hurt. A lot. But, my mother was finding love in other places... like the cold screen of the computer. E-harmony, match.com, you name it, she had a profile. She ended up meeting this guy "Stephen" and she moved to California, leaving me, back in Florida. The little voice in my head pretty much turned into a hard slap in the face. She had the choice and left me. THAT hurt. So, I went to church still. And this time something clicked.
My first God moment, I was sitting in the chairs at a Methodist church and the singer was beautifully doing a song that said "child of wonder, child of God. I've remembered you... remember me." and all of a sudden I felt like.. crap... with my family forgetting about me, there's one person who isn't. That's God. And I told myself I'd ALWAYS remember Him. No matter what circumstance. Because through all of my previous ups and downs, God had stayed. I'd always had a church to go to. My grandparents became my guardians, and that's where I am now. I've learned to respect my parents (as in my gma and gpa) since they didn't HAVE to take me in. I am so thankful for them and their love of God as well.
So, that's it. That's not IT it... but that's most of it. I love my story. I am happy and thankful because of it. Some people just don't know how to look at a situation and smile, and I feel like I can. Every day is precious :)
Don't worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.
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