Emily and I grew up in the same town, Vinton,La. We are frist cousins, but we are differant as day and night. We went to the same schools, but we did not really talk with each other. She was too bossy, but then again when you are 9 years old and raising your brother and sisters I geuss you will tend to be a little bossy.She had it rough I had it mild. Emily was scared both in side and out, I was scared inside, both takes time to heal hurts. But Emily's hurts still huant her, has for over twenty years, drugs, men, what ever brings her the next high,gets her out of this world for a while. Then she comes down from her high,and has to deal with the real world. We had Emily over to our house as much as we could, but I didn't like Emily and was always causing me trouble. She didn't like me, maybe because she thought my life was better than hers, maybe mine was. I could tell you things about how she grew up that would make the hair on your head stand up. But I won't, it hurts my heart too much. Does God know her name? Yes, he does. His word says so, and I beleive it to be so. He is the lifter of her head wherever she may be to night, He hears her cries and is so close to her that she can feel him. He'll be her help in time of trouble. No this is not a tale, this is my family, I don't share these things stright out. I don't really like to. I put them in stories change things here and there, always to the glory of my God, tonight I felt the need to share this with you ladies, why I don't know, but it is for God's glory and not mine. If I could touch each heart of all the Emily's this world has I would. Maybe I am,if you are hurting I know someone who can take your hurts away. He will be closer than a brother. He cares for you and loves you. Things of this world will pass away, but not His love. Trust in the One who can heal your hurt. Don't turn away thinking that you don't desever His love because you do.