I had no idea that when I adopted my daughters what path they would take me on. Although I did not birth them physically, they were birthed in my heart and I have never stopped loving them despite all the obstacles of pain and hurt that we have all gone through.
Sometimes people felt sorry for my circumstances and if I didn’t have God in my life, I would have probably agreed with those people and even cried some tears on their shoulders. However, since God is very much a part of my life, He has instilled in me a purpose way bigger than I had ever anticipated and given answers along the way to help me cope with the ups and downs of a teenager’s life. Continue reading
They came from orphanages in a far off land. For one child, the back and forth motion helped stimulate her physical and emotional being as if she was rocking to the beat of a song. She cried after each 3 bottled meals a day at 9 months: One bottle of chicken broth, one bottle of tea, and lastly a bottle of bread floating in water.
There were twenty-five to thirty children per worker in a room who hardly touched them other than to change their soiled cloth diapers. This was the most attention they received for the entire day. After laying in the diaper for hours and hours, they would be stripped and rinsed off in ice cold water and left with what looked like cigarette burns below their waist and onto their bottoms from the dirty clothes.
Her sister at 27 months old, didn’t know any language or even how to crawl or walk. Tears would flow after every meal given to her. Her fears of not knowing if she would get more food frightened her and would cause her to hoard and steal if necessary. Continue reading
“Do you shave your legs?” he asked. “No.” she replied. “Then you need to because you’re looking like a hairy monkey!” he responded.
That one comment started her journey into negative body imaging and low self-esteem for the next 5 years. She was only 10 when that comment was made. Little did she know that these words would change her perception of how she saw herself in a dramatic way.
Words like this have a lot of power in a young girl’s life. It wouldn’t matter if the male figure was 12, 15 or 20. A young girl bases her whole body on how the opposite sex views her if she doesn’t have enough self-esteem and self-respect for herself.
One moment. One comment. That’s all it took. Continue reading
He was abandoned and rejected. Others despised him. Many didn’t understand him. Some thought he was crazy while others thought he did things for shock value. No matter what the thought was, he wasn’t wanted.
What many didn’t know about him was how much he cared and loved little children, especially the orphaned. He cared about the widowed and the poor. He had a compassion for others that were truly hurting. He could identify with those who were called names and those considered the outcast.
He wasn’t a teenager. He was Jesus.
Tomorrow we celebrate Easter and the new life that was given to all who want it. I never really appreciated what I had until I understood all that God did for me. I wasn’t orphaned or poor. I’m not a widow. I wasn’t always in crisis, but I was very sad and alone. Nothing I tried seem to lift me out of my own despair. There wasn’t really any hope in my life.
Today however is a very different story. I’m full of hope, love and serving. Why? Because when I finally gave up and said I couldn’t do it anymore, that’s when God said He could and changed my life.
So when you reflect upon the real meaning of Easter and what Christ did on the cross for you, then you start to realize that someone else was hurting more than you, yet willing to give it all for you. Even in death He gave life. And because of that life, I can now reach out to others who are hurting and helpless and give them hope that was given to me. And I can tell you, I have seen MANY lives changed, all ages, given a new life and peace that wasn’t there before.
So take the time to ponder all that was given for you as you enjoy this Easter weekend and remember to spread the hope to others. Happy Easter!
You’re always hearing those words, “You just don’t understand!” And then you, the parent, will say in return, “In my day…” or “I remember when…”
How many of you have done this? I know I have. However, I have come to learn that although we have some similarities, there are some very large contrasts when it comes to comparing our teen years.
So, where are we when it comes to similarities? To name a few; Alcoholism, drugs, abuse, bullying, sexual promiscuity and suicide are topics that very much has crossed the borders in both of our generations. What is vastly different between the two dimensions are the societal changes and behavior from back then to today. Continue reading