That brings you up to
date. Currant statistics: Height 5'7". weight 154, age 71,
Education, school of hard knocks, I.Q. 130, married 48+ years, and saved
for 24.
Now it's your turn Iz
Terry
Okay,
but my story is shorter and duller. Born to a 17 yr old rebellious
girl. Never knew my biological father. Lived my first five years
with my aunt (on a farm), my grandparents (on an Indian reservation in Oregon), and in an
orphanage, until my mom married my soon-to-be adoptive dad. Lived my
entire childhood in a rather grey, poor, and depressing situation. I’ve
always envied people with happy childhood memories. I first asked Jesus
to be my Savior all alone in my room when I was 17, and cried and cried because
I had never felt love like I felt at that moment. I even started
babbling, only to learn a few years later that that’s what people do when
the Holy Spirit falls on them. Still my life was unchanged, as I was
unchurched and untaught in the ways of the Lord. Married at 18 to a guy
that loved me about as much as I thought I deserved. I worshipped him. He
was worshipped by many women (very handsome), and he wasn’t one to say no
to any of them. I had two sons by the time I was 22, and later decided
that I’d better get an education just in case I’d have to raise
them myself, as my marriage was not all that solid. When my younger son started
first grade I started nursing school, in spite of the husband’s
objections. Early in my marriage, when my older son was two I started
taking him to the local Lutheran church because it’s the one I could
easily walk us to in the little town where my husband was attending
college. I wanted him to have something that I had never had; a
relationship with God. In the process I began my real walk with
Christ. I got baptized there. I got baptized again about 15 yrs
later, along with our sons and my husband, when my husband committed his life
to Christ. His conversion lasted almost long enough for my sons to grow
up and get an education. He began to fall away and back into his old
ways. I guess he was pretty surprised when I filed for divorce after our
sons were married and gone and he had his next fling. I decided I’d
rather die a bag lady than live comfortably in the suburbs in a pretend
marriage. We had been married 25 years. The last time I laid eyes on him
was at the divorce court. He went out crying crocodile tears, and I
danced with my lawyer. I went back to work as a nurse case manager for an
insurance company. I decided to start attending a new church and on my
second visit a nice man introduced himself and we struck up a friendship, as he
had been abandoned by his wife when she and her lover ran off with his children.
So we went through our divorces together, became best friends, and married on
the first day that we legally could. Nine years later he’s been my
best friend ever since. Now I adore him, and he adores me, and we both
adore Jesus even more. I guess my life is all about other people.
Izzy
