The lovely ladies at My Sister Song have agreed to let me post their stories here. I will pepper them between my devotions since I don’t have any other Genesis 5020 stories to share yet. I hope you will be blessed by their stories of hope.
My Dad was present, but he wasn’t there. My Mom was young and beautiful and lonely. I am an only child. Because of a lack of parental discipline, I started going wild at about age 13. Because of a lack of respect for my parents, I was out of the house and out of control.
Drugs weren’t much of an issue yet but by the time I was 15 I got pregnant. When I was seven weeks along my parents had me on a plane by myself to New York. (Abortions were not yet legal in Michigan).
I no sooner got back and was pregnant again so I was put back on an airplane and well, there I went again.
For the next two years I spent every weekend at the Grande Ballroom & Garwood Mansion partying with my friends, crashing around town, and mainlining crystal meth.
By ’69 I was at Woodstock and met a girl I decided to hitchhike to LA with. We left Detroit, went to Boston, to New York, and then out to L.A.
While in L.A., still searching and experimenting, I started noticing quite a few gorgeous boys on the Strip. Soon enough I realized they were not boys… so of course I had to see what that was all about. We stayed in L.A. for two years and I stayed away from the girls that looked like boys. Arriving back in Detroit, I was far from tame.
The next three years were nothing but partying music and getting high. For a brief time I got involved in exotic dancing.
Always being a true nature child from the heart, I was a Hippy, Flower Child, skinny dippin’ at Woodstock kind of girl, not a shy person. In light of that and my love for dance, the exotic dancing was not a stretch for me.
The thing was…when I got on stage in the club, I wasn’t outside in the sunshine with a huge buzz on surrounded by all of my single friends. I was in a dark, smoke filled room, having to mingle with the customers so they would buy more drinks. This was not the “having fun dancing and getting paid for it” experience I was expecting.
It was a sad oppressive JOB and as I soon learned, most of the men there were married with families. The ugly truth hit me so I left the club.
Not long after I became friends with a gay guy and started going to the dance clubs that he went to. I was able to have fun in an atmosphere where I knew I would not be bothered by any men wanting from me what I was not willing to give.
One thing led to another and the desire for the girls that looked like cute boys was starting to burn, so I fanned that flame.
Time passed and one day I was walking through the park and thought, “THERE HAS GOT TO BE MORE TO LIFE, THAN MORE OF THIS !”
Two weeks later I ended up at a Wednesday night church service.
I understand now that God was pouring out His loving kindness and seeking me out…I was so lost. That night I asked Jesus to come into my heart…To be my Savior and my Lord. When He did, He told me something that will never leave me. He said, “Everything you have done up until now you have just been looking for Love…and here I AM”.
The last 35 years my life have been an amazing adventure of growth and freedom.
My loving Father God gave me an awesome husband to love and care for me and this coming June we will celebrate 31 years of marriage.
After we’d been married 21 years, we still didn’t have any children, but our Father in heaven had other plans for us. So just before I turned 50, my husband Michael and I became Foster parents and adopted a five month old baby girl and a five day old boy.
So for the two abortions I had all those years ago, God gave me Beauty for ashes. He restored to me what the enemy of my soul had stolen. My God makes ALL things new! He is waiting for you My Sister, My Friend. Can you hear Him Calling you ever so gently…
Oh Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder, consider all the worlds your hands have made; I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder, your power throughout the universe displayed……Then my soul sings…
YOU ROCK LORD !!!!
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