My Testimony Chapter 2 I wish to continue my story. It will prolly take awhile to do, because it makes me have to recall things that I would rather not. However, I am of perfect peace with the people and things that occurred, and have found forgiveness in my heart for them and the things and for myself. Also, I have so many things on my plate that require my time. I only type maybe 20 words a minute. I wish to relate a little more about my first 6 years. I never knew my father. My mother gave him her virginity on Dec 24, 1960, her 15th birthday. She loved him. She always has. She passed away this last July 4th, independence day, ( I like that you did that for her and I Lord), and as she would have said, she is; in the arms of her beloved husband and Lord, Jesus. She told me my father was a United States Marine. That he was killed in Vietnam. I never knew him and can find no trace that he ever existed. My sister found her father when she was 30 years old. All together there are 4 of us children, and we all had different fathers. My Grandma sent my mother to a convent in January of that year to become a nun of the Magdeliene Order, as she was no longer a virgin. No one knew she was with child, so i spent the first trimester of my conception in a convent. Of course, we cannot have pregnant nuns around, so my mom was returned to Grandma. I was born 9 months to the day, in September of 1961. We lived in Santa Monica, California in house, on the beach, that overlooked the breakwater. We had a panoramic view of the Pacific Ocean thru the big bay window of our living-room. I remember Santa Monica pier being to the right and Pacific Ocean Park to the left, on Ocean ave. My earliest memory is a room I view from the inside of my crib, looking at a made bed, with green covers and a window, with drapes open behind the bed, looking out at palm trees and sand. There are two potted plants on either side of the bed and a large picture on the right hand wall. the room was beige. I told this to my mom once and she sucked in her breath, and said that was her and Tonys room, my sisters father. I was about 15 months old. Amazing. My memory is like that. Not photographic, yet precise, and a lot of times random. Thats enuff for now. God woke me up because I was needed for prayer for the Philippines. I am going back to sleep as The Spirit permits.
Posted on: Fri, 08 Nov 2013 10:25:19 +0000
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