RE: [TruthTalk] Are there any bad Christian's in the House?

[Slade Henson]

Wow. Iz. No wonder I like you....our stories are VERY similar....   K. -----Original Message----- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]On Behalf Of ShieldsFamily Sent: Tuesday, 28 December, 2004 23.59 To: TruthTalk@mail.innglory.org Subject: RE: [TruthTalk] Are there any bad Christian's in the House?    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