Part 10- The Story of my life

ollows in these tales from My life is a story I need to write. [[A story of life and drama that I long to write down. Not only for myself, but also as a reminder of things gone by. It is a story of forming and shaping and intrigue . But primarily it is a story about hope. If you choose to tread these pages with me, do so with reverence and kindness because one does not write these things lightly. If you are one who has the need to flirt a little with being nosy then perhaps you should pass by this story. For it is true and full. It needs not your judgment nor your advice. But if you want to read on, then read it as a novel should be read. For it is but just one story among many.

 

Another baby that healed

My father had remarried. We were not invited. That was ok because the rift between us was pretty big. He had married a woman only 10 years older than me and someone he had been having an affair with. She was to become a very dear friend to me in the years ahead. But at this point in time I could never have imagined anything but brokenness between us.  My dad phoned to say that a baby girl had been born. I wept and wept. I was my daddy’s baby girl and now there was another.

“My baby sister is in that hospital,” I mentioned, casually to Doug as we drove past. “Lets go in and see her.” He encouraged.

And so it was that we walked into the maternity ward and shocked the socks of  L so that I could meet my new baby sister. She was so tiny. I could just look at her through the glass. It was to be the very beginning of a good and growing relationships on many fronts.  With forgiveness as my new companion and God setting the course I stepped into a land that I know I could never, ever have stepped alone. With the arm of Doug to lean on and his shoulder to cry into we began what is today 3 of the most precious relationships in my life.  I have two sisters. Cole and Samantha and I have a wonderful friend in My dad's wife.

God is good and kind and out of death comes life.