As a child I was very faithful. I loved going to Sunday school; I would even ask my parents why they don't have it everyday. I loved listining to the stories of Jesus and all he did. It was so inspiring.
Every night I would get down on my hands and knees by my bed and pray. I would pray that my mother would stop moving us kids around. I would pray that she would stay home after us kids got out of school so that we could be with her. I use to pray that the TV would break so that she couldn't watch her soap operas everyday. I prayed that my family would like each other so that we could actually get together and be a REAL family. As I got older, (high school), I use to pray that my mom would come to one of my band outings and see me doing what meant so much to me.
She never did. I never saw her at any of my events. No matter how important they were to me. I started wishing that I had different parents. Parents like the other students had. Parents who came to all my events, who didn't get divorced three times or whose kids were all by the same father.
About that time I started to loose faith in God. I didn't understand why he would put me with a family like that. I didn't understand why, if he was all powerful, why would he let any kids live like that.
As I started thinking today, I realized I am full of hate. I need to find some way to release it and renew my relationship with God.
Every night I would get down on my hands and knees by my bed and pray. I would pray that my mother would stop moving us kids around. I would pray that she would stay home after us kids got out of school so that we could be with her. I use to pray that the TV would break so that she couldn't watch her soap operas everyday. I prayed that my family would like each other so that we could actually get together and be a REAL family. As I got older, (high school), I use to pray that my mom would come to one of my band outings and see me doing what meant so much to me.
She never did. I never saw her at any of my events. No matter how important they were to me. I started wishing that I had different parents. Parents like the other students had. Parents who came to all my events, who didn't get divorced three times or whose kids were all by the same father.
About that time I started to loose faith in God. I didn't understand why he would put me with a family like that. I didn't understand why, if he was all powerful, why would he let any kids live like that.
As I started thinking today, I realized I am full of hate. I need to find some way to release it and renew my relationship with God.
