I mentioned before that I couldn’t live with my father due to issues. This was part of Gods plan as my father was a strict atheist and my mother was a Christian. I am thankful for my mother taking me in and helping me out with raising my son. He needed her as much as he needed me and at the time his mother couldn’t be bothered to see him unfortunately but having my mother there was a blessing for me and my son.
There were other good influences in my life. Funny enough old co-workers that I had worked with at the library district as well as some new people and friends that wouldn’t give up on me.
Gayle Dugan, Vicky Moore, Robin Mitchell were all old co-workers that stayed in contact with me and helped me through my struggles by just being a friend to me. Positive people I needed in my life to just be there in my suffering and show me that I had some worth.
Other Christians would come and go in my life, but the same message would resonate from each of them; Jesus loves you. I didn’t listen because my own hard headedness and remembering the pain that I went through with the Mormons and their words echoing in my mind that God hated me. I wish now that I had listened better but in truth each time it did something to me. Planting the seeds.