The Road I Am Traveling

The Road I Am Traveling

There is a road in life that each of us travel, the direction we take is often a result of the way we were reared. My road in life was severely curved and full of potholes. I choose not to dwell on this part of my life's journey.

Tragedy hit at a very tender age--the death of my Mom. My Father was given a burdensome load to carry. He was left behind with five young children ranging from ages three months up to age ten years. He could no longer cope without help,.He tried to support and provide for us children but without the help needed our home broke apart,

School years were terrible, I was poor; dressed in rags, I often went barefooted. I looked after myself, so I appeared, and was, dirty and unkempt. I was belittled and teased. I was one of the outcasts in life.

By the time I reached my teen years and in Junior High, I did my own thing, I was stubborn, self-willed, and walked a path of self- destruction, I wouldn't listen to any one. I didn't need or want people to try to control me. I had became jaded and I wanted to travel my life alone, hadn't I survived all these years? Survived was the key word, survived but not properly lived. It was at this time that God began to work in my life.

When I was seventeen I married, thinking life would finally become a bed of roses. I had forgotten that in my life I had grown many thistles and thorns which often pierced my husband's nerves.

In 1961 we had a son; in 1964 we had our daughter, and our lives, together, were on the verge of destruction. My husband had a deep love for our Creator, and he knew we needed to invite God into our home for our marriage to survive.

We spent hours studying the word of God, it was amazing how we seemed not to have time to dwell on each others faults.

Psalms 119: 105 "Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path"

God began to open my mind so I could understand. I realized it was I who had to change. I could not change my husband, It was hard enough trying to change myself.

I had to learn to trust my husband. I needed to realize that if I felt "done wrong" that I had to "let go," and pray for God to do the correcting. Sometimes it seemed that Our Heavenly Father worked too slowly; we took matters in our own hands; that was how trouble would start. I had to, and still am, learning to submit to my Heavenly Father. I had to change my whole way of thinking.

Romans 12: 2 "And do not be conformed to this world but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God."