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It was a time in my life that sometimes seems faded and clouded by the good but mostly bad days. Sunday mornings my mother and I would go to the local Baptist church she would go to her Sunday school class and I to mine. I remember the joy in the lessons learned and how I felt as I listened intently to my teacher Mrs Briggs. She made me feel welcome while most of the girls I had grown up with knowing them all my life made me feel like a stranger in a far off land.
We rarely attended the Church service as my father would have a fit if my mom was not home in time to begin lunch. This inevitable led to my mom no longer finding the peace and solace she had found and longed for in the Sunday school class having to give it up to quell my fathers jealousy.
We would return to a cold home void of feeling. One of the few things most of the time I looked forward to in coming home from church was the home cooking. I used to beg my dad to fix his barbque hamburgers that I loved so much. He had a way of fixing them that I still cannot replicate no matter how hard I try. Dinner at our home was about the only time we really bonded, or as much as my family could, its funny how you can bond over a hamburger.
Later at night when it was time for bed, I usually would stay awake for hours mulling over what had happened. I would think about the lessons I had learned at Church and how they related my day or my life.
Praying as I was thinking about it all, Seeing the faces of those around the table and focusing on the multiple feeling associated there. Sitting across from one of my brothers knowing the things he had done to me throughout my younger years, Looking over to my father and seeing the man who used to be my favorite until I clearly began to see the bruises he left on my mom. Then turning to my strong point, the one who took me to church and taught me to pray. The BBQ food never made her smile nor did she beg my dad to cook it.
I believe that one thing brought me through the fire pit of my life. Cooked thoroughly through and through and that is Faith. I was seasoned by the trials and burned by the fire but God pulled me through.
Ephesians 6:16
English Standard Version (ESV)
16 In all circumstances take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil on.
Some people may look at this as a beginner writing from the heart. But having walked slowly through the fire and wearing the scars bravely that I acquired, I believe this makes me an expert and I hope no one else achieves this high goal.
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