Something you may not know about me. I struggle at times with abandonment issues from all the way back to when I lost my mother. To this day I really know nothing about my mother because for some reason no one in my family would ever talk about her. With the uplifting power of our Lord Jesus Christ, I know all will be fine. Ive had several step mothers while growing up. Some good experiences. Some not so good. I would definitely like to take this opportunity to acknowledge my first step mother Barbara Powell for always loving us as if we were her own. Being of different blood is irrelevant when it comes to loving someone elses children. There was a time in my life that I distanced myself from Barbara. It makes sense to me why I did that. It wasnt to hurt her in any way. It was simply because at that time as a child, I clearly wasnt ready for anyone to fill the void of the loss of my mother. I remember having a really kind lady babysitting us after we lost mom. She was an African-American lady named Lilly Pearl Williams. About ten years ago I picked up the phone book and looked her up and I instantly called her. When she answered her phone and I told her who I was, she burst into tears of joy. THANK YOU SWEET JESUS were her words. Her and I talked for a good while. And I remember her asking me if I felt the presence of the Lord right now the same as she was. I responded with the same tears of joy that she had with me in saying that it was definitely the work of the Lord that inspired me to contact you. A few years later I sent her a Christmas card telling her thank you for being there for our family in such a difficult time. And one Sunday afternoon I see a car pull up in front of my house. A man came to my door and asked if I were Mr. Herring. I told him I was. He said Mr. Herring I have someone here that would really like to see you. He went back to the car and helped an elderly woman out of the car. I knew right then who she was. I hadnt seen Ms. Lilly Williams in 35 years. But it was definitely one of the most rewarding life experiences her and I have ever had. The moral to my story is never take for granted the ones who truly love you no matter their skin color. No matter their blood. The love of our Lord Jesus Christ is greater than anything that we will ever know.
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 19:35:15 +0000
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