Life of A Girl

Let me tell you about the life of a girl. She got swept up in swirl after swirl. What started out as little winds and a breeze. Became a tornado that left destruction and debris.

The first cold wind blew on November 28th 1998. She found her mom hanging at barely turning eight. To deal with such heartache she incurred fight after fight. Releasing her anger through iron fists of might.

Moving shortly afterwards into the care of her sisters father. She left the town but not the memories of her mother. For how could a girl's stained hands forget the feeling of rope. As she brought down her own mother and lost all her hope.

The winds picked up speed and she was almost thirteen. When she decided to lay with a boy and lost her virginity. Time after time she ate up lies from stupid little boys. Then she finally woke up to realize she was just their toys.

But before she gave consent to boys touching her body. Never did she allow her Grandpa to defile her, sadly it was his hobby. She wasn't the only victim to his hands of desolation. Little did she know Jesus was the answer to restoration.

Time went on and in her days of youth. Filled herself with drugs, alcohol, boys. What else could she do? Of all the things she filled her temple with. Nothing was of suffice but meaningless pith.

Tired she grew of the infectious pain that grew in her heart. As thorns pierced her soul bleeding became her art. She took a rope to her neck but couldn't complete. The task of her mother who found endless sleep.

Taking a step further she drew her own blood. Embracing the pain a blade brought but without the flood. But. It was still there. Its presence would not go away. The grieving pain - she was forced to welcome it stay.

Somewhere along in this girl's life. She met the Savior before becoming a wife. Since the age of nine she had access to this relationship. Neglecting His every knock and eventually down, down sank her ship.

He loved her. Even die for her. Wanted nothing but the best. Why didn't she believe Him? But she just wanted her body at rest. Every nudge at her heart from the Everlasting Vine. Pride kept rising and rising and she continued to decline.

On the day of her marriage happy was she. It did not last long so she began to plea. Sorry am I for the sins I commit. My life has been full of regrets I admit.

Then one day a baby was born. Oh how she loved her baby but was still torn. She made a decision that changed her life. To God be the glory, she embraced her fight.

The cards dealt to her that fate drew. Must be embraced and given to Jesus, she knew. For if she stayed the course her ship was going. She feared her daughter would reap what she had been sowing.

Our lives, you and I, are full of hurt and strife. But does it give us the right to destroy our life? Jesus loves you and you know he does. Please I beg you, don't ignore him and shrug.

You know the answers and what you should do. Praying and walking in the evening and upon the morning due. For my tornado will be the start of your wind. If you're not careful and give your heart and all to Him.

Not only is Jesus there to help you along the way. You've a church family and friends to help you not stray. We love you very much and want to help you succeed. Let your life unfold in God's will, He will lead.