Friday, December 2, 2011

Divorced Parents

     My father was in the military.  That in itself is a tough thing to accept.  My parents never really got along.  They would be together, then separated.  Then together and separated again.  Off and on.  When I was in the first grade they separated for good.  They were getting divorced.
     At first, I didn't really understand what they meant as, "Not getting back together."  I moved with my mom and my father left for Iraq, again.  I was confused and hurt.  For the longest time I thought that my father didn't love me.  Of course that was a lie.  Things just got worse from there.  My mother would move from one place to another.  From one boyfriend to another.  I was oblivious to all of this.  My father would go months without seeing or hearing from me.  Finally things got so bad I had to leave my mom.  I moved in with my dad.
     During this time, my father was not saved.  He let me do anything I wanted.  My dad started dating again, and I was devastated.  I always thought that my parents would get back together.  But that wasn't the case.  My father met a girl named Jennifer.  They dated and are now married.  I was so upset and confused.  Why would my dad do that?  For the longest time I was so depressed and upset.  But then one night, Jennifer took me to this play.  That same night I was saved.  I am very glad to say, my father and stepmother are both Christians, and I have two wonderful step-sisters that I love to death.
     Just because I was saved didn't mean that everything went better.  There are still times when I lie in my bed and cry.  God didn't take all of my pain and sorrows away.  But, He made them easier to bear.  Knowing that this world is only temporary helps me get through the day.  And yes, I will go through hard times again.  That's a fact I know.  Just because we are saved doesn't mean we will be promised an easier life on Earth, but, that it will be more bearable.  Thank God I have wonderful friends that help me and encourage me when I am feeling low.  But who I must thank the most is God.  For dying on the cross for my sins, and being with me whereever I go.  When I am in a storm, He is my Umbrella.
     Written by, Jam'n'Jelly

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