Saturday, January 25, 2014
On becoming a grandmother, happy days are here again
This is the beginning of a new chapter in my life, for the first time in my life I can say at the end of the day its just me and God.
You see I came from a big family, didn't exactly know how blessed I was. Like the scripture say, Psalms 127: 3 Behold, children are a heritage from the lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. I was the fifth child of ten.
Psalms 127:5- Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them : they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.
We were never without playmates, I did not have a wonderful childhood I was oblivious of my surroundings. Just thought this was how it was meant to be.
But in spite of growing up I stayed close to my family, I loved my mother dearly. In an home environment that was verbally abusive I still remained family oriented.
My escape was school, at school I was able to enjoy my childhood, even though I was bullied there, hell I was bullied home, went to school because it was the law and it was fun until I entered high school.
That was the first time I entered an environment worst then home.
Psalms 129: 2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.
But I always made the best of a bad situation, no one had a clue with what went on at home, I just wanted to be around my friends. Became the class clown even.
I aways used singing as away to console myself, from my humble beginnings in church, to grammar school junior high school to high school I stayed with chorus. Through college then I opt out and started taking voice lessons and back to singing in college again.
Never ever having support from my family, they were either not aware of my talents are just did not care.
And still would not have traded my family for a million dollars growing up as a child. But nothing would have prepared me for adulthood.
All the hurt and pain, and hunger, and homelessness, and domestic violence was child play compared to the things I had to endure of becoming an adult. Even as a adult I 'm still clowning to keep the real me enclosed.
That was the first 25yrs of my life, now that I will be half of a century come June 10th, by the grace of God.
In within this jubilee year, excited on becoming a grandmother for the first time.
All the heartache and pain, and headaches I sustained a bundle of joy, in the form of a baby boy would be whats needed to enjoy life evermore.
Children if raised in the nurture and admonition of God's word is a just reward.
Proverbs 20:11- Even a child is known by his doings, whether his works be pure, and whether it be right.
Proverbs 22 : 6- Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.
Never really seeing life as a form of competition at the time trying to find my way, no guidance, no directions or instructions, just trials and tribulations.
Me and my sister, I am on the right.
My parents and the first 4, I;m the youngest so far.
thats me playing russian roulette, I guess lol
My mother and my older brother
Me
My dad and older siblings.
My dad's mother
The next 25yrs, to be continued.
It was not by choice as they say things happen, and like my mother always use to say: the worst thing that you think can happen to you can be the best thing that ever happen.
You see I came from a big family, didn't exactly know how blessed I was. Like the scripture say, Psalms 127: 3 Behold, children are a heritage from the lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. I was the fifth child of ten.
Psalms 127:5- Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them : they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.
We were never without playmates, I did not have a wonderful childhood I was oblivious of my surroundings. Just thought this was how it was meant to be.
But in spite of growing up I stayed close to my family, I loved my mother dearly. In an home environment that was verbally abusive I still remained family oriented.
My escape was school, at school I was able to enjoy my childhood, even though I was bullied there, hell I was bullied home, went to school because it was the law and it was fun until I entered high school.
That was the first time I entered an environment worst then home.
Psalms 129: 2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.
But I always made the best of a bad situation, no one had a clue with what went on at home, I just wanted to be around my friends. Became the class clown even.
I aways used singing as away to console myself, from my humble beginnings in church, to grammar school junior high school to high school I stayed with chorus. Through college then I opt out and started taking voice lessons and back to singing in college again.
Never ever having support from my family, they were either not aware of my talents are just did not care.
And still would not have traded my family for a million dollars growing up as a child. But nothing would have prepared me for adulthood.
All the hurt and pain, and hunger, and homelessness, and domestic violence was child play compared to the things I had to endure of becoming an adult. Even as a adult I 'm still clowning to keep the real me enclosed.
That was the first 25yrs of my life, now that I will be half of a century come June 10th, by the grace of God.
In within this jubilee year, excited on becoming a grandmother for the first time.
All the heartache and pain, and headaches I sustained a bundle of joy, in the form of a baby boy would be whats needed to enjoy life evermore.
Children if raised in the nurture and admonition of God's word is a just reward.
Proverbs 20:11- Even a child is known by his doings, whether his works be pure, and whether it be right.
Proverbs 22 : 6- Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.
Never really seeing life as a form of competition at the time trying to find my way, no guidance, no directions or instructions, just trials and tribulations.
My dad's mother
The next 25yrs, to be continued.
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