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[FONT="]To whom it may concern:[/FONT]
[FONT="]Do you feel inferior to anyone? Do you know why you feel that why? Do you realize that no matter how bad it has been and for how long, God can and does turn you completely around.I am living proof of it. May my story help you.
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[FONT="]I was the middle child of five children. There was a girl born between my oldest sister Mame and my brother Bud. Bernadette died at three months. I believe it was from mal-nutrition. When I was born Mame said "Sissy came back; Sissy came back.” She was happy about me. Then along came Jim and Peg.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Mame, being the oldest, did what she wanted and got away with it. Peg, being the youngest got all the attention. She had beautiful thick hair worn in braids when she got a little older. Little tendrils of hair framed her face. People would look at her and say: "Oh! Isn't she cute." My hair was fine and thin. I had skinny braids and my hair was pulled back from my face to keep it from flying away. I was in a candlelight service one Christmas when I was young. A nun came to me and pulled a little hair out in the front. She told me I looked like a skinned rat. I cried and I must have put the candle out from the tears. [/FONT]
[FONT="]I mostly got pushed to the side. The only exception was when an aunt came from California to visit. We lived in Pennsylvania. She must have given me attention; for most of my life I was under the illusion that she wanted to take me home with her. That kept me going for many years---to think somebody wanted me.[/FONT]
[FONT="]My bubble was burst when I was doing my genealogy. I contacted her daughter and told her my fantasy I thought was so true. She laughed and said I had begged them to take me home with them. In a sense that was one dream that kept me going.[/FONT] They did treat me nice.
[FONT="]My Dad used to tell me I was stupid, dumb and crazy. I couldn't do anything to please him. He wanted to know why I couldn't do things like the neighbor girls---twins my age. That helped my ego. I tried so hard to please my Dad. He was a perfectionist. I became one. MY motto was If I can't do it right, why do it all. As a result I got out of any work I possibly could rather than fail.[/FONT]
[FONT="]My mother wasn't much help. I can pity her now. Both parents are gone as is my oldest sister and both brothers. Peg and I are the only ones left. We still have that sibling rivalry. We are not close. I stay away as much as I can. She developed our Dad's criticism of me. Lord let me get over it. She is not saved as I know of but I am. We were raised as Catholic. She thinks I am condemned for "leaving the faith" as she put it. I asked her "What faith are you talking about; a man made faith in a certain church or faith in God."[/FONT]
[FONT="]I was afraid of my Dad and so was my mother. My dad had two ways of showing his angry. One was cussing and swearing and using nasty words or giving us the silent treatment for hours or even days on end. I walked around all shriveled up inside myself. I shook like a mouse caught in a corner, knowing he was doomed.[/FONT]
[FONT="]My mother was like my Dad in that she had no patience in me when showing me how to do housework. For instance, I couldn't make a bed right. Instead of working with me until I learned, she got the martyr attitude and did it herself. I never learned to do it right. I still don't do it exactly right. But it is passable.[/FONT]
[FONT="]One saving grace for my mother was the fact that she went to Mass every morning without fail. She had her special faith with God. That was how she handled her life. Yet she was always critical of me. I got it from both sides. She taught me good morals. One was how to treat others with respect. She understood that from her own experience of kids making fun of her and calling her that crippled old lady. From then on I was always for the underdog. I felt like one, too.[/FONT]
[FONT="]This will be my life with thoughts I had and how God changed a lot of them. I am 75 years old as I write this, still a work in progress. How through the help of an email friend he sent my way, I was changed from an anti-social, negative sorrowful being into an outgoing positive person. I still have doubts about myself and the abilities God gave me to use for His glory. But they don't last for I know who is in charge of me. As I am ready, He shows me where I can be changed into the person I was meant to be, He proceeds to start the changing process. I am not the trembling, sniveling coward I thought I was. I like me a little better. I am a child of God and He makes no junk.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Moral of my story is: No matter how messed up you may have been, you don't have to stay there. God can untangle you. He loves you and I. What more could we want. [/FONT]
[FONT="]My scripture is KJV Hebrews 4:12-13 "For the Word of God is sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart. Neither is there any creature that is not manifest in His sight: but ALL things are naked and opened unto the eyes of him with whom we have to do." We can not hide anything from God. Praise the Lord. God bless you.[/FONT]
I am 78 now and will be 79 in December. MY changes are still going on. I am bold enough now to talk to anyone who will listen I tell them about Jesus and all the amazing things God has done for me. That will be future posts.
MY only goal for writing like this is for the hope that it will help others.
God bless you. Never give up. God is on your side .
[FONT="]Do you feel inferior to anyone? Do you know why you feel that why? Do you realize that no matter how bad it has been and for how long, God can and does turn you completely around.I am living proof of it. May my story help you.
[/FONT]
[FONT="]I was the middle child of five children. There was a girl born between my oldest sister Mame and my brother Bud. Bernadette died at three months. I believe it was from mal-nutrition. When I was born Mame said "Sissy came back; Sissy came back.” She was happy about me. Then along came Jim and Peg.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Mame, being the oldest, did what she wanted and got away with it. Peg, being the youngest got all the attention. She had beautiful thick hair worn in braids when she got a little older. Little tendrils of hair framed her face. People would look at her and say: "Oh! Isn't she cute." My hair was fine and thin. I had skinny braids and my hair was pulled back from my face to keep it from flying away. I was in a candlelight service one Christmas when I was young. A nun came to me and pulled a little hair out in the front. She told me I looked like a skinned rat. I cried and I must have put the candle out from the tears. [/FONT]
[FONT="]I mostly got pushed to the side. The only exception was when an aunt came from California to visit. We lived in Pennsylvania. She must have given me attention; for most of my life I was under the illusion that she wanted to take me home with her. That kept me going for many years---to think somebody wanted me.[/FONT]
[FONT="]My bubble was burst when I was doing my genealogy. I contacted her daughter and told her my fantasy I thought was so true. She laughed and said I had begged them to take me home with them. In a sense that was one dream that kept me going.[/FONT] They did treat me nice.
[FONT="]My Dad used to tell me I was stupid, dumb and crazy. I couldn't do anything to please him. He wanted to know why I couldn't do things like the neighbor girls---twins my age. That helped my ego. I tried so hard to please my Dad. He was a perfectionist. I became one. MY motto was If I can't do it right, why do it all. As a result I got out of any work I possibly could rather than fail.[/FONT]
[FONT="]My mother wasn't much help. I can pity her now. Both parents are gone as is my oldest sister and both brothers. Peg and I are the only ones left. We still have that sibling rivalry. We are not close. I stay away as much as I can. She developed our Dad's criticism of me. Lord let me get over it. She is not saved as I know of but I am. We were raised as Catholic. She thinks I am condemned for "leaving the faith" as she put it. I asked her "What faith are you talking about; a man made faith in a certain church or faith in God."[/FONT]
[FONT="]I was afraid of my Dad and so was my mother. My dad had two ways of showing his angry. One was cussing and swearing and using nasty words or giving us the silent treatment for hours or even days on end. I walked around all shriveled up inside myself. I shook like a mouse caught in a corner, knowing he was doomed.[/FONT]
[FONT="]My mother was like my Dad in that she had no patience in me when showing me how to do housework. For instance, I couldn't make a bed right. Instead of working with me until I learned, she got the martyr attitude and did it herself. I never learned to do it right. I still don't do it exactly right. But it is passable.[/FONT]
[FONT="]One saving grace for my mother was the fact that she went to Mass every morning without fail. She had her special faith with God. That was how she handled her life. Yet she was always critical of me. I got it from both sides. She taught me good morals. One was how to treat others with respect. She understood that from her own experience of kids making fun of her and calling her that crippled old lady. From then on I was always for the underdog. I felt like one, too.[/FONT]
[FONT="]This will be my life with thoughts I had and how God changed a lot of them. I am 75 years old as I write this, still a work in progress. How through the help of an email friend he sent my way, I was changed from an anti-social, negative sorrowful being into an outgoing positive person. I still have doubts about myself and the abilities God gave me to use for His glory. But they don't last for I know who is in charge of me. As I am ready, He shows me where I can be changed into the person I was meant to be, He proceeds to start the changing process. I am not the trembling, sniveling coward I thought I was. I like me a little better. I am a child of God and He makes no junk.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Moral of my story is: No matter how messed up you may have been, you don't have to stay there. God can untangle you. He loves you and I. What more could we want. [/FONT]
[FONT="]My scripture is KJV Hebrews 4:12-13 "For the Word of God is sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart. Neither is there any creature that is not manifest in His sight: but ALL things are naked and opened unto the eyes of him with whom we have to do." We can not hide anything from God. Praise the Lord. God bless you.[/FONT]
I am 78 now and will be 79 in December. MY changes are still going on. I am bold enough now to talk to anyone who will listen I tell them about Jesus and all the amazing things God has done for me. That will be future posts.
MY only goal for writing like this is for the hope that it will help others.
God bless you. Never give up. God is on your side .