My son was just 15, when I left his Dad. I know it was hard for him, but he also understood. It had to be done.
The first Christmas I was away, I got a box in the mail. There, in the box were these little snowme on a tobagon, that I had admired in a Christmas store back in Detroit Lakes.
I started to cry. Here he was, struggling with his own problems and feelings, and he used his money from work to buy his mom a present, box it up and send it off for Christmas ……..
Tears welled up in my eyes as I opened his gift ……..
Tears of Joy. Tears of love, Tears of Thankfulness That the ability to show love in his pain, meant he was going to be okay. Tears of forgiving myself for what I had to do……..
Every Christmas when I get them out, The tears come again………
and it’s happening again……
thank you Thomas, I will never forget what you did……
I was that "unpopular" wierdo kid, that didn't fit in anywhere, in High School. I guess I never knew my place in life, until Jesus took me in. I've been rejected, misunderstood, left out, bullied, abused, scandalized, and labeled. In 2002 I got on a bus and left a marraige of sixteen years, that was fraught with abuse and heartache. In school, I used to be so afraid to stand in front of the class and speak, my hands woud visibily shake, and I could not look at my audience without being terrified.
Years later, I find myself leading a school music production, speaking in front of churches, and walking around with confidence, because I know the King of Kings is at my side.
My ministry, prayers and blogs are directed toward those who feel like they were never enough. You never fit in.
If I can help you in any way, if you need a special speaker to speak hope to the hurting, or if you would like a copy of my Testimony book (Grace to the Rescue) let me know. I am here for you. I also have a new book out "Confidence".
With Love, Laura
I can be reached at sisterzeal@yahoo.com
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