tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417758824253001410.post6995758041107797948..comments2013-01-10T10:23:04.090-06:00Comments on Give Me Eyes To See You: Follow Me!Tonya Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09372618340776603737noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417758824253001410.post-37911462962484857682010-03-09T14:19:08.011-06:002010-03-09T14:19:08.011-06:00I am in awe of Our Father....and how He can give a...I am in awe of Our Father....and how He can give a tender heart to someone who has suffered in such a manner....Mrs T....thank you for sharing.Sherryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03356971957495848861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417758824253001410.post-37604938199676685202010-03-09T08:33:10.206-06:002010-03-09T08:33:10.206-06:00Thank You Mrs. T for sharing your story. It is tru...Thank You Mrs. T for sharing your story. It is truly inspiring and a great example for us all.Stephnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417758824253001410.post-74226092854191115492010-03-08T22:37:26.761-06:002010-03-08T22:37:26.761-06:00My life growing up was quite a chore. Since I was...My life growing up was quite a chore. Since I was the oldest I was responsible for all the younger ones and whatever they did or didn't do. My dad was an alcoholic and mom had her own problems. I remember taking a lot of hits from my dad when I stepped in between him and my mom to keep her from getting hit. It was almost a nightly thing in our house. I was never allowed to have any friends as I had responsibilites to take care of. At one point in our life my husband and I also had custody of my sister's and brothers. That was 4 more mouths to feed added to our children. One day the hospital called me and asked me to come down as my brother will ill. When I got there they told me he tried to commit suicide, and left a note saying who to call and it was me. My brother and I were very close. We went together to confront our mom amd dad about being abused and the things that we remembered and we were told we were crazy and those things never happened. We knew different. Just before my dad died he apologized for the life I had. I had forgiven him long ago but had trouble forgiving my mom. In my heart she never cared. It seems she took pleasure in my being hit with a razor strap. In case you don't know what kind of strap that was it was like a barbers strap with a steel buckle on it. I got the buckle end more than the strap end and it sure did hurt. All my siblings have at one time or another called me mom. I was proud of that because I knew they loved me. I had such a good husband who was there for all of us all the time. I tried so long to get him to go to church with us but he would not. In 1999 he had a minor heart attack and the xray they took they said was a mistake as it was taken a little off. They found what they called a chest wall slow growing tumor. I took care of him till he went home on Oct. 11th.200l. Whe he found out he was sick he said he wanted to go to church with me. He never missed a Sunday with me. One day we walked in and he lost his balance and good thing he was standing by the wall side. I kept him upright and asked him if he wanted to go home. Naturally he said no. He told me to play it cool so he wouldn't worry anyone. On the day of his funeral the pastor said a lot of nice things about him but then he said he recalled how one day he saw him lose his balance and thought he was going to fall. He said he never saw a person so determined to stay in church. I look back now and so greatful that he finally got to go to church with his family several times before he passed. You see God did answer my prayers. At the same time another prayer was answered. I asked the Lord to let me be with him when he passed and God answered that prayer also. He died in my arms with all his family there. I felt honored that he took him from my arms and into his. When I look back at my life growing up now I know how it prepared me for the future. I swore to God I would never treat my children the way I was and I kept that promise. My brother passed away last Monday, just a few days before my birthday and he was buried on my birthday. God also answered my prayers again by giving him comfort during his last days. I still struggle with forgiveness for my mom because 2 yrs. ago she told me she wished I'd never have been born. I know to get forgiveness I have to forgive and I'm working on that now. God answered my other prayers so I know he'll help me with this one also. Christians aren't perfect or we wouldn't be here to learn.Kathy T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417758824253001410.post-37110915939242063112010-03-08T11:09:28.236-06:002010-03-08T11:09:28.236-06:00When I put my story up I was thinking well that se...When I put my story up I was thinking well that seemed pretty cut and dry. There is so much I have left out. There are things that I prayed so hard about and I felt God telling me what to do and saving me from what could have been terrible mistakes that would have life altering. He has shown Himself to me through so many people and things. God really is everywhere sometimes you just have to stop, look and listen!!!Stephnoreply@blogger.com