Them Genes

Oh how I would love to have my eyes back. The eyes of that five year old child. Every time I was taken to get my eyes checked the Ophthalmologists were imp ressed at how good I was able to see. I definitely did not need glasses. Man, have times changed! 21 years later, I get teased for looking over my rimmed, unstylish glasses, as an old lady would, man, have times changed:) I really want to talk about perspective. I saw things in a different light long ago. No one could do wrong. The hero's in my life, through those eyes, are the very people that I struggle to be in relationship with today. The ones whom I have set high expectations on and have critically ripped apart with judgement. Who were these hero's? My family, but in particular my dad. I am my dad's only daughter and He was this great man in my eyes. He was not only my friend but was like a big brother who defended me. At about 14-15years old, I continued to confide in him as a friend and brother but when the tough ...

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Today, I have to thank God for the people he has called and chosen and allowed to be an impacting part of my life. Before the Gospel of Christ came to my ears, I heard of God and of sin, and of death, and of hell and of obedience and of disobedience. But never did i hear of life, and the way out of the things I knew where wrong. When I was a little girl about 11 years old, I was sitting in the park on 156th street after running around in the sprinklers for sometime. I decided to relax and dry off before i went home to grandmas. At that time, an older woman came over to me and asked me if I wanted to receive Jesus into my life and, well I said what do i have to do, and she responded: all you have to do is say that you receive him. So i said, Ok i receive him. Who "him" was, i had no idea, what "him" did, i knew not and why "him" was to be received-lets just say i was completely ignorant to. I grew up with general revelation of God but no spiritual revelat...