The Power of Love - chapter 5 - Hope is found

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The Power of Love - chapter 5 - Hope is found

It's funny the way life moves on, even when as a teenager I would spiral into a depression and believe that my life was ending. But it never did. I could be happy for months at a time, then suddenly, I would feel angry, and sad. Something was missing from inside me, and I didn't know what.


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Mom and Dad always took me to church when I was growing up. I would love to go, but sometimes I would come home feeling bad about myself. All that talk about sinners and saints, and then I would remember bits and pieces of life before Mom and Dad. Adults screaming, sometimes at each other, sometimes at me. Telling me I was bad and that no-one wanted me. Hitting, swearing, and the touches that made me cry. If God loved me, why did He let those men touch me? Was I bad? How could God even care about me when my birth mother never did?

I sneak a peek at Grace. She looks so old, so much older then Faith, even though Faith is older then her. Wrinkles and scars, and that always present haunted look in her eyes that speaks of pain that I can't even imagine. I hated her all my life, yet I loved her too.

But Mom. Somehow I knew that she always loved me, even when I was so mean to her.

 

hand stamped necklace

I remember many nights that I would lay in bed after yet another disagreement with her, and I would hear her tiptoe into my room. I would squeeze my eyes shut tight so she wouldn't know I was awake. She would gently brush the hair from my forehead, and whisper "I love you, my Hope". I would feel like crying because I wanted to just throw my arms around her neck, but I just couldn't. Then I would feel bad about that too. I just could not understand how she could love me, when I was thrown away by the woman who gave birth to me. The kids in high school always teased me about not "really" being Faith's daughter. And Faith would never talk to me about my life as Mara. So after my high school graduation, I left. No discussion, no goodbyes. Just a note on the table. What a coward I was, to leave like that.

a view of a church

I spent the next 18 months moving from place to place, from one dead end job to another. Till one day I ended up here, in this tiny little town in the middle of nowhere. Jobless, homeless, and hungry. I saw a flyer for a free Thanksgiving dinner at a small local church so I went there. I had not stepped into a church since I had left home, but when you're hungry, you don't care where the food is, you go there. As I was going through the line, I noticed one of the women serving the food staring at me. And crying. Suddenly I felt that old fear return. Grabbing my tray tight, I turned and walked to a table to eat. After the meal, a gentleman came to sit at my table to talk to me. He was the pastor of that little church, and he offered me a job and a place to stay. So I did. After some time I found a real apartment and a better job, but that church, well, now it was home to me. And that woman at the Thanksgiving dinner? It was her home too.
I reach over and hold Grace's hand, and I can feel them shaking. So I just hold on to them tightly. Then I feel a gentle nudge in my spirit and look up. I see her coming down the hallway, looking so calm and composed. But I know her, my mom, and I know she is as nervous as I am, and my heart explodes. Before I even realized that I have moved, I am in her arms, crying, and apologizing, and hugging. In her arms, finally, I am back home.

Thank you for joining me on this journey. And remember, every item I have shared as part of my story is available for purchase, just click on the links below the pictures. And come back next week as we talk to Grace again.

Be blessed,

Debbi

The Power of Love - Chapter 4

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The Power of Love - Chapter 4

"We are approaching our destination. Please return to your seats, and return you seats to their upright position." I look at the flight attendant as she starts her speech, and then I look at my hands. They are shaking. I put on my seat belt, then squeeze my hands together, and pray.



Hand Quilted Wall Hanging

That's when my Father reminds me of the last vacation Hope and I took together. Just the two of us. We decided at the last minute to hop into the car and drive to the beach. It was her 16th birthday weekend, and she wanted to spend it with me. I smile when I remember my husbands face when we told him it was just an all girls trip. First he was sad at being alone, but then the realization that he would be free for 3 days brought a big smile to his face. It took Hope and I days to get the house back in order after we got home. But that trip was worth it. 3 days of giggling, eating, sunbathing, shopping, and talking. That was my favorite time. At the end of the day we would grab a soda and sit on the deck of our hotel room and share our feelings, and our dreams of the future. But despite the comfort we were finding in our relationship, Hope was still holding something back. That last night there, she timidly asked me about her birth mother. I was stunned. I never expected that, and didn't quite know what to say, or even how I felt about the question. It was THE question I had always dreaded, and feared. And like a coward, I just changed the subject. Hope never asked me that question again.

Vintage 1970's luggage

I feel the bump as the planes touches down. I stay in my seat as I watch as the other passengers start to unbuckle. I sit as everyone grabs their luggage from the overhead carry on compartments. I sit and watch as the flight attendants assist the other passengers out the door. Finally, I am the only one still on the plane, frozen in my seat. Deep down I know why Hope left home. And I know why she has now asked me to come to this far away city. And I feel the fear deep inside me. Then I feel something else. Peace. Deep inside me. And an all consuming desire to see, and hug, my daughter. So this time I will not be a coward. I take a deep breath, stand up and grab my bag, and walk off the plane. I walk down the long hallways, lost in the crowds of rushing people. As I turn the corner I see her and stop. She is sitting next to a woman that I did not know. Yet I did know. How will she react to me? How will I react to her? Then my eyes are drawn like a magnet back to Hope. She is beautiful. She finds me in the crowd, and before I know it, she is standing before me. Smiling. Laughing. And hugging....me. And deep down I know, I am still, and always will be, her mother.

Thank you for joining me on this journey. And remember, every item I have shared as part of my story is available for purchase, just click on the links below the pictures. And come back next week as we talk to Hope again.
Be blessed,
Debbi

The Power of Love - Chapter 3

The Power of Love - Chapter 3

hand knitted lap robe

I look around me, at all the people walking...running...sitting...saying hello...saying goodbye. I don't think I can do this, and I peek at the sliding doors, opening, then closing, then opening again. If I time it right, I can sprint out those doors and be gone before Hope can stop me. But I've done that before, and I won't do that again. So I pick up my needles and yarn and continue to work on my blanket. And wait.
My name is Grace.
My mom gave me that name, and sometimes I wonder if she knew, knew my future, and knew that that is what I would need, grace. I was the youngest child in a very large family and while I always knew my mom and dad loved me, getting their time and attention was next to impossible. So I got it where ever I could find it. And usually in the wrong places. That is how I found myself addicted to drugs by the time I was 17.



vintage black leather jacket

High school started out fun, but then a boy noticed me. One of the bad boys in the school. What is it about bad boys, that just draws me to them? The idea that I can save them? But I'm the one that ended up lost. I started slowly, with some beer, then some pot. I started to skip school, go to the parties, and that's when I discovered the hard drugs. At first, I wanted so desperately to fit in with this group, but then the only thing that mattered to me was the drugs. The boy? He stuck with me, but he was as addicted to it all as I was, and by the time I was 20, we were living together, on the streets. Mom and Dad tried hard to help me, but it was too little, too late. So after stealing money from mom's purse for my fix, they kicked me out. I hopped on the back of my boyfriends bike, and never looked back. I never finished school either. Soon I was turning tricks to make money, and then I got pregnant. The boy? He took off, and so there I was, alone, but with a life growing inside me.

baby pink shawl

I managed to stay sober during my pregnancy, and every pregnancy after that, but between babies? All that mattered was the drugs, so I continued to turn tricks for money. But having babies made it possible for me to get a trailer and food stamps, so I figured having kids had it's perks. Never did I give the children any attention, or even any thought. Till one day they were all taken away from me. And I let them go. I knew that they were better off without me. From there I sprialed down till I hit bottom.

I turn my head and look at my daughter, and I am amazed at the beautiful woman she became. No thanks to me, but thanks to Faith.

Thank you for joining me on this journey. And remember, every item I have shared as part of my story is available for purchase, just click on the links below the pictures. And come back next week as we talk to Faith again.

Be blessed,
Debbi