So, you’re probably wondering who is this person who puts out these blogs and how have I learned to be full of peace, for the most part…did I live a good life? Has it always been so grand for me?
No, it has not so I thought I would share my testimony with y’all and let you know about me and how God has brought me out of some dark spots, which I have hinted at throughout my blogs. this testimony will be part of a series for the next week or so as I discuss who I am, the good times, and even some of the trials that I have experienced in over forty years of living.
First, I come from a family of five children and a mom and a dad who will be celebrating 49 years of marriage this summer after meeting at a bible college up north. There are numerous aunts, uncles, cousins, and a host of other relatives too numerous to count. My ancestry goes back quite a ways – all the way to Sir William Isaac Wallace…possibly further…on my mom’s side – plus other interesting ancestors on both sides of the family. Yet we seem to be unique and quite the adventuresome and creative type of people who love each other…
Yet, even with the love, there were the scars…
The first scar happened when I was about 2 years old and decided to climb on a table when my mom was not looking and then I fell, with a glass in my hand, and a cut on my cheek that is still somewhat visible today. Though I do not remember the fall, I would remain afraid of heights for most of my life. I put my guardian angels to work that day since it just barely missed my eye and I was not more seriously hurt.
More scars would occur throughout my growing up years that include abuse by neighbors and family…a sister who strayed from home…death of relatives…an attack that left me afraid to walk alone at night for most of my life…yet as I walked through each dark place, God was there alongside me, guiding, leading, comforting, and protecting.
Yet even in these dark days of my youth, God was still there, walking alongside me as I became involved in various activities like drama, choir, Foreign Language club, FBLA, WA State Patrol Explorers, and other activities including the only female in a space club! I was even involved with a bible study at school and have many exciting adventures along the way like an expo, an FBLA convention, youth conventions and camps…yet as I walked through each of these, God was still there. Encouraging me as I focused on community, school, and friends. My hobbies were writing, drawing, imagination, singing, exploring, and being silly.
Then there were my friends…my first boyfriend in fifth grade who I discovered is on Facebook after almost 30 years of no contact yet I held on to the letters that he gave me. There were the two girls – Sara and Tina – who I have lost track of and would love to find. We were the misfits – the unpopular kids – yet we bonded through being creative and acting like teen girls – pictures and stories are the only mementos I have of these two girls . Finally, there was the friend from Norway, a pen pal, who I lost track of until Facebook brought us together again. My favorite mementos of her are the postcards from all over Europe and a Christmas ornament that I hang on my tree every year. Someday, I will have to visit Norway – the land of my dad’s people and the home of such a good friend.
Then the times spent at my grandparents’ place in Eastern Washington – an orchard and a single wide mobile home and tons of fun in the orchard and their lake. Cousins from afar came every summer and we teased each other, went skinny dipping, and even cried together at times. My favorite memory – walking around the lake with my grandpa and just hanging with him…those were the good times and now the place is a distant memory as the county turns it into a refuge for wildlife…so fitting since it was a refuge for me to get away from the dark times at home. Yet, these dark times and the memories at my grandparents’ place have given me a dream to someday open up a similar refuge for those wounded by life.
Finally, I grew up with animals. My mom says I had a cat when I was a baby and over the years I would grow to love cats. Along the way, I would have chickens, turkeys, rabbits, and other animals as I bonded with them including a chicken named Cinnamon who let me hold her or the rooster that became dinner after he attacked a few of us kids. Yes, many of our animals became dinner and I had to help pluck them…such a great childhood. Of course, there was the time my sister and I chased the chickens and other animals around with a hose…boy oh boy…did we get in trouble…yet it was all fun.
So, what memories do you have your childhood? Are they good or bad? Perhaps do a timeline to see what you have experienced in your life…you may be surprised with what you find.