Growing up in sunny California was not as glamorous as it may sound.
At least for me it wasn’t.
I grew up in a small ghetto about 60 miles east of Los Angeles, called ‘Bell Town’.
Bell Town was full of every type of crime that you can possibly imagine. By the time my grandparents took in my brother, sister and myself, they had already raised eight kids of their own.
In an attempt to escape the horrors of my childhood, I married a young man who was four years my senior. I was barely eighteen at the time. I quickly learned that I had only traded one horror story for another. After many years of physical and verbal abuse, I decided that divorce was my only option. I had to face the world with all of its cruel and censorious stereotypes- alone.
In light of my amateurish childhood and my defective marriage, it’s no wonder why I felt much disheartenment. Even going to church, I felt demoralized. In a lot of ways the denominational church that I was involved in at the time, re-enforced the negative feelings that I had about myself.
There were those who made me feel as though being single were a disease. I took refuge in my faith in God, and God did not fail me. I took the necessary steps needed for healing and direction.
If you are a woman who finds yourself in the perplexed position of single mother, I want to point you in the right direction.. Don’t give up and don’t except defeat! I want you to seek and find the unique plan that God has for your life and for the lives of your children.
You may feel like your life is over, but I want you to know that it is just beginning!
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