Literally, preschool-12th grade I attended the same small Christian school that was also run by
the same church I grew up in and where I found Jesus.
I had been thinking about those faithful souls who began that church 40+ years ago and their
faithfulness in following Jesus lead to my Mother finding Jesus and then myself.
|Brother Al and Ms Janie our affectionate names for them growing up.|
At least from the perspective of my tender eyes. Not perfect of course, because you know-People
were involved-but where a young mom could come with out judgement over clothes or background,
never hearing of Jesus before and have her life forever changed.
During this time another family became oh so important in my life, in more ways than I could ever
imagine as a child. They became my parents mentors and their youngest daughter my closest
confidant, Barbie Doll sharer and game player. We traded Friday and Saturday's at each other homes
and we were basically inseparable. Then the summer before 7th grade year, they heard God's call on
them to become missionary to the military in Germany.
I was devastated. Cried and Cried and Cried some more.
The summer I turned 15 I was allowed to fly over by myself (BY MYSELF-I felt so glamorous and
mature) and visit them.
It was life changing.
I feel in love with the country and the people who they served.
Then when I was 19/20 and stumbling along to find my way as one is prone to do, this precious
couple, graciously allowed my to come over and live in their basement apartment and work in the
That's where I met the cutest airman I have ever seen and 23 years later he still makes my heart go
If they wouldn't have made the difficult choice to move across the ocean, leaving two of their grown
children and one brand new grandson, my life (and many many others) would look so much