Once upon a time I was a runaway who had lost my way. I thought that God had balled me up like a piece of trash and thrown me away. Living my life day by day waiting for my turn. I listened to angry music to get me by to make me strong so that I didn't feel alone.
I made a family of my own out on the streets thank God. The family I made was true to me. They helped me care lifted me up and brought me to see this wasn't how life was meant to be. You can read a story I wrote on here 4 years ago when I was still on the streets.
About a week after this story was written my soon to be husband made me promise to go home. He told me he loved me but I needed to go home or he couldn't be with me. Finally someone who cared just enough to give me a hug for an hour if I needed it, someone to hold my hand when it was hard and I couldn't make through the day alone. And now me and this angel from heaven are getting married in a month 3 years and 7 months and two days after I wrote my story in here, and we have a beautiful baby boy who is 6 months old.
I guess my point is it's possible to grow to be a strong person and pull through. I mean I would have never thought I would be here that day. I wanted nothing more then to die but this man from God loved me and I knew it would kill him to see me do this and I loved him and still do. God blessed me even when I didn't believe. You can to.
