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( Bob, if you chose to use anything I write to you like
this, you are more than welcome to do so.? I do not know why
it came to me to do this, but maybe it will help someone to
understand another person and treat them better.? Thank you
for allowing me to sound out.
Comfort and Joy
I used to beg my parents to take me to church when I was
little and it took many years before they would do so.
My dad's mom would take me to church with her though, and
that is where my basic ideas came from as far as church and
God were concerned.
I loved singing to the Lord and listening about how much
He loved me.? It was truly a comfort and a joy to me.
Finally, Dad ended up with cancer.? In order to be
allowed to survive the cancer, Dad prayed and had prayers
from many people that we know and did not know go to God.
I, myself, would go to the garden that my family had put
in.? ? I would sit down among the corn stalks, then I would
talk to God and cry asking for God to spare my daddy.
All prayers where answered, and after that, we started
going to church.
My dad became a Deacon of the church and we went to the
church every time the doors where open, no matter what.
One of the Pastors we had when I was little overheard me
singing and my mom would teach me songs to sing by heart.? ?
Before long, I was singing on a local radio program that the
Pastor had hosted.? I was not very old, but I enjoyed
singing the songs for God.
When I was a toddler, I had been backed over by a car and
drug through cinders which left me with scars on my face.? ? ?
I would be rejected by other kids because I was "scar
face" and would end up sitting on the sidelines talking to
God and crying because I was left out.?
I would give anything I owned if someone would befriend
me even for a second, but the majority of the time, it ended
in my crying and talking to God because I just simply did
not understand why I was getting used by others when all I
wanted was to have a friend.
The teachers where aware of my situation, but no one
would do anything to help me, so I always turned to tears
and talking to God.
Even to this day, the thoughts of those times bring tears
to my eyes for the pain of it is still there.
People say that I need to stop living in the past, but is
our past not a part of who we are now?? How do we cover up
our past experiences?? We cannot lie to ourselves as to our
feelings.
Those times affect me today, for I will still go out of
my way to help someone just to make a friend.? Yes, I end up
getting used a lot, but I talk to God and try not to lose my
faith that people will get better and do better towards one
another.
I still wish for everyone to have comfort and joy in this
world.
elfy (Patricia Crafton)
  Pat
(elfy) Crafton
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May you be blessed today.
Bob Johnston
Editor / Publisher
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