I never thought much about being a mother as I was growing up, but I knew being a dad was a lot of work! i think of my 16th birthday when i began breaking down everyday. eldest of 3 siblings, and I was often called upon to help with them. i am blessed to have 2 sisters. My brother & Dad were murdered by the same drug dealer. Rocking a youngen will take up too much of my time. But i realize it has been such a blessing to be a bachelor. As a young teenager, I had other things to do!  Homework, studies, & job needed more hours than i could give. So i sustained this. i waited till i was a Senior in 23 months to unbuckle & pray for death, go through a window, decade rehab, countless surgeries, nerve damage, speech impairment, limp, etc., etc. Then there was when my grandfather was in the hospital. My mother sat with him every day, keeping up with my siblings, doing the laundry, and cooking dinner. That was exhausting! Mom-work i couldn't do! Moms are so busy! im finding my way in ministry. That gives me peace. a strong longing to be a father hit me. I desired to hold a baby, to nurture it. But the day Dad said you can't date in junk 30 years ago resounds in my ears. God blessed me with bachelorism, 100s husbands have coveted me.

On my 16th birthday, Granny called my promised truck a dream. Dad said i couldn't date in junk. All i could afford. 228 women rejected me. I found i couldn't be a father. But i could be something else. But i could be a missionary. 


michael"DEE"house



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