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| the hope of HIM shines within me brighter than the Sun... |
I didn't grow up appreciating my family. Well, perhaps at one time I was really happy to have a family. But for the most part my memories are scattered images of me wanting so desperately to be anywhere but with them. I think after the incident of sixth grade I really isolated myself from allowing any connection between my family and myself to be made. I would go into my room in 6th and 7th grade and eat something delicious (and often unhealthy...hehe) and watch the Food Network Channel desperately wanting to be a cook and have my own show.
I would go into my room and watch movies... [This is still something I truly love to do as an escape] Before senior year those movies were usually thrillers and horror flicks. Stuff that allowed me to see the darkness I was surrounded by manifested on screen. It felt safe to be in my room looking into a television and traveling from the walls that surrounded me.
I would go into my room and read books that I liked. My junior year I met a girl with beautiful red hair. She was Christian. I let it all out on her one day on a drive from doing something together that I can't remember exactly. I told her something deep and personal and to this day I really don't remember the words or topics but I was vulnerable for about 5 whole minutes. She told me about Nicholas Sparks and gave me a few books. I read them all. I cried for the first time out of hope, love and beautiful fantasies that I knew would never come true for me.
I would go into my room and do these things HIGH. By senior year I was smoking weed about 2x a day at least. It didn't seem like a lot then compared to my other pothead friends but I was pretty much HIGH until I went to bed. I would watch movies high and lonely. I would do my homework on my bed stoned. I would read Nicholas Sparks books inebriated and emotional... I would cry. I would mourn the life I had but couldn't seem to fully experience. And the whole time I never once thought to reach out to my mother, my brothers or my sister.
I was alone with a family of four other people surrounding me.
I got caught smoking once and only. My mom asked me after she told me to pack my bags and get out "WHY?? Why would you do this??? In the house??? Why??"
Through tears I yelled at her "BECAUSE I'M DEPRESSED! I'm DEPRESSED MOM!!! I hate my life...!!"
That was the most honest conversation I had ever experienced with my mom. I was reaching out for that one moment. And she didn't understand it. She looked confused.
A week later she let me back in the house, of course, under the grounds I not smoke in the house.
My main point in writing all of this stream of thought to you strangers that I have grown to LOVE, ADORE, APPRECIATE, ADMIRE and TRUST is that I know it wasn't my FAMILY that was to blame. I know that my mom due to whatever life she lived before us and with my Father have greatly affected her. She loves me the best way she can. She loves me despite how many "deep" conversations I've always felt we could never have. She loves me even though I rebelled and resisted doing anything good as a youth. She loves me despite... Despite it all...
Sin has been passed on throughout the ages. It entered the world in the first betrayal of God and has only grown and multiplied over the 21 centuries. It has spread throughout families been passed on through lineages.
This is truly the culprit. It isn't my mother, it isn't the person that took away my innocence before I could ever truly experience it. It isn't the weed in and of itself. IT isn't because we were dealt a bad hand in life. It isn't because I'm black. I'm a woman. I'm young. I'm old. I'm fat. I'm ugly. I'm stupid. I'm clumsy :).
Everything I ever dreamed is coming true in my life. I have more hope than I have in the last 15 years of my life. I have true joy in my life. I get the best SPIRITUAL HIGH of being in God's presence, reading His word, Hearing His voice and receiving His blessings. I am in LOVE with the life He has given me in loving Him. I have been set free!
The darkness we live in as His creation is something that can and will be overcome when we allow His blood to wash us clean. When we open our calloused hearts to His supreme and reigning Love.
Sin may be reigning in your life but my GOD, my Savior Jesus has overcome it all and today I get to live in that victory!!
Thank you for reading. I just had this thought on my way home and thought would share.
♥ CheTreAnna ♥
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