Bible Discussion Thread

I am a paradox of sorts. I was born to a saintly mother and a troubled dad who drank to forget horrors of World War II. We were poverty stricken but we never did without. My bossy sister was 6-years older, my sweet brother was 6 years younger. My life was great until my maternal grandmother fell and broke her shoulder. Turns out she was a victim of breast cancer when I was only 6. My amazing grandpa died 9 months after she did with a broken heart.

How sad my life became! No more fancy homemade dresses from Granny. No more fairy tales from Grandpa. I became very shy. The older I got, the more shy I became until, I would turn red if someone even looked at me. My sister and I started attending the Nazarene Church with our neighbors. The only friend I had in Sunday school was a crippled girl who did not make me feel inferior. In fact I picked out all my friends by looking to see if they had a right to be shy too. (too fat, too skinny, too tall, too short) How Shallow!

By the time 2 other brothers had been born, I had decided that I wanted to help the unfortunate, the lame, the weak, the sickly. In fact I wanted to become a missionary nurse. I became a born-again Christian at about the age of 12.

As my friends at school began to fill out a little, I noticed I was the one who was tall and skinny. I became more shy than ever afraid I would never have a boyfriend, never marry . . .

After graduation from high school, I did become a registered nurse. I wanted to witness to folks on their deathbeds so they would not miss Heaven. However, my personality did a 360 degree turn. Now I thought I was pretty, just the right size, the favorite nurse of everyone, etc. I ran into some issues with some sinful boyfriends. Please dont act this way. I broke my sweet mama's heart for a while until I returned to Christ who amazingly forgave me and set me on the path toward righteousness.