As he went along, he saw a man blind from birth. His disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” “Neither this man nor his parents sinned,” said Jesus, “but this happened so that the work of God might be displayed in his life. As long as it is day, we must do the work of him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work. While I am in the world, I am the light of the world.” John 9:1-5
I'm adopted. I think most of you who read this know that. My life as a child was...different. It was not the "norm" but now-a-days it seems to be the new normal. My parents never got married, and I was a surprise baby. As I grew up, my Dad came in and out of my life. My mom was a single mom trying to support her family. Her being diagnosed with OCD made things worse, and extremely tough on the both of us. A lot of things happened as a child, I have some vivid memories. A lot of men came to my house at night, and my mom spent a lot of late nights out. I remember waking up in the middle of the night to my mom sleeping by the toilet. There was a lot of screaming, hitting, and police visits in the middle of the night. Eventually I went to live with my dad. I was on the verge of being a teenager, and man oh man I got myself into a lot of crap. I started shop lifting, smoking, drinking, and hanging out with the wrong crowd, mainly the wrong guys. I witnessed a lot of drinking and drugs at home. Most people laugh and think I'm joking when I tell them I've done drugs. I've had nights full of running from the police, and getting caught.
Since all of this, I've come to know Christ personally. He is my best friend, honestly my only true and faithful friend. Less than a year after I got saved the Kamber's got 2 year custody of me and I turned 18 last week.
I realize these things happened so that the work of God would be displayed in my life. But it hurts! I can't even describe the pain. I haven't talked to my mom in a little over a year. Not because she doesn't want to, but because I don't know what to say.
Mom and Dad, if either of you are reading this I want you to know that I love you. I do from the bottom of my heart. I know I may not have shown you recently that I love you, but I always will. NO MATTER WHAT. Nothing that has happened will determine how much I love you. I love you both as high as the sky, and all the way up to Jesus. I also want you to know that I'm not writing these things to make you look bad, but to show you that God allowed all of this to happen to us so that He can reveal Himself to us. He wants to use us to show His glory to the world.
In Cars 2, Mater is given the chance to have all of his dents taken out. But he replies that he doesn't want them taken out, because they are memories to him. They have shaped him and made him into who he is now. Even though my "dents" have hurt me, they are who I am. I've learned from them, I've overcome them. Jesus has healed me and allowed me to use them for His glory. This happened so that the work of God might be displayed in my life.
The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full. John 10:10
