Everyone has a story and I would like to share mine. When I title this with the words “ My Way,” I plan to write my life story in a possible non-chronological way and just as my heart flows each day I add to my story. The way I see it, we do have rules in English to follow, but who made those rules? And, as I age I find my mind a bit forgetful and sometimes need to backtrack. I will not be using last names in my writings to protect the privacy of many family and friends.
I chose to write My Story because I pray that by my life experiences that it might help others who have similar struggles and questions in their lives to light a path to our Lord Jesus Christ. I do not intend for this to be a story of “poor me” or anything of that nature. I would love for you to be able to take away a faith to help you grow spiritually. By my life experiences, I have grown and would love to share My Life Story My Way with you.
My name is Rebecca and I was raised by my Aunt and Uncle in a rural farming community. My parents divorced when I was a baby and my immediate family was taken in by different Aunts and Uncles. My biological parents were incapable of caring for us for various reasons but thank The Lord for family who could! I will forever be grateful and God’s plans are always bigger than our own!
A couple of earliest memories of my biological parents include their visits on Holidays and my Birthday and the chocolate stars my dad would bring. I still have a plastic Santa with a hole in his back for a light bulb to light him up. It looks pretty scruffy now, but I won’t part from it.
My earliest childhood memories begin about the age of 5. I remember beginning Sunday School with a few friends that I still have today! One happens to be a sister-in-law who is living up north. One lives away from here and another close by. Oh the fun we had! Of course we had our fights, but as we aged, we grew. I was visiting one whose canapy bed we broke from jumping on her bed. Oh I felt bad about that and still do today.
Our fights were typical to grade school and teens. The one friend up north was a grade above the other three of us and you know how threesome friends are – always jealous of the other and being two-faced. I recall one time the other two doing sign language talking about me so I went home and taught myself sign language. I will have to thank them actually! Another time I wore a shirt with a phone number written on it and told one it was my boyfriend’s number and she went home calling the number. Back then those long distance numbers weren’t free. Oh the joys of childhood.