Where I am from people judge you by where you stay, who you kin too, and for how your people live. Since, I lived in a shack that I called my home, a lot of girls did choose to distance themselves away from someone like me. The message was always clear. My mother did not have an education, to talk about. She could not read or write. All my mama knew was hustling.
She worked in the blazing hot
sugar cane fields and cleaned people's houses for little money weekly. Seeing how
much she struggled made me cry myself to bed many nights. Going to bed hungry
some nights kept my dreams fed, and my motivation to be the best that I know
God instilled in me to be on an untouchable level.
I know what it is like to walk almost three miles to school
in a raging thunderstorm with an umbrella that’s giving out on you. I know
what it is like to go to school with the same shoes for years straight. I know
what it is like to fetch buckets, pots, and pans because it is raining in your
house. I know what it is like to have no family to motivate you to chase your
dreams.
To not have running water in your home. I know what it is like to leave
a place you once called home and make it your mission in life to never go back.
Oh, and I know what it is like to live check to check and only see money once a
month thanks to Social Security. I survived. I did not just live. I honestly
feel like Jesus has molded me into this woman that understands and can truly
relate to the struggle.
I am thankful that I do not look like what I been through. I’m
only 24 and still have a whole lot more living, inspiring, and growing to do.
In about five more months, I will have a baby. A baby that I will be able to
teach, pray with and for, motivated, and love. I’m blessed to be sharing my
blessing with my husband who has been on my side for now over seven years. The
man who God brought into my life that did not judge me for growing up poor and
broke. The man who connected with me on a spiritual level and helped take me
from my situation after high school.
Everything is not all peachy. I would not sugar coat my
words to make my story better. To be honest, I’m still struggling. I am still
walking and without my own car. I truly do not mind walking at all. Walking is
an option that I now have and not the only choice. I’m happy that God is still
blessing me despite what the enemy says or does. I am getting better and God
has a lot to do with that. I will share more of my story in future posts.
P.S. Being broke does not define your walk with Christ either.
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