Me

20 years ago I was almost three. Me, my three sisters, my brother, my mom, and my dad all lived in a house in ghetto North Hollywood. We had two dogs and a huge backyard, which I was always playing out in.

1o years ago I was almost 13 and living in Panorama city. My mom, my three sisters, and I had been living there for almost a year. Prior to that we lived in a nice house in Santa Clarita until my dad decided to split. My brother was in the Air Force at that time so it was now five women living together.

5 years ago I was almost 18 and in my last year of high school. The five of us were now living in an apartment in Sherman Oaks. God had punished my dad for abandoning us by taking everything from him. He was homeless at that time. I had just come back from Ireland a few months earlier and was now thinking about getting a job a Starbucks, which I eventually did.

3 years ago I was almost 20 and Had been married for 9 months. Yes, I got married young through my rebellion. My dad had died almost a year prior. I was a few months pregnant with my first daughter, Heidi. I was selfish in my own way and slacked at mostly everything.

Today I live in the valley and am a very very strong person. I say that because God has made me this way through the hard lessons He has taught me. Though my life is the most trying compared to all my siblings, God continues to pour out His grace and mercy on me, which I don't deserve. I now have two daughters, live my life for Jesus, try to be a light to my girls and my unsaved husband, and know who God is more than I have ever known Him. I enjoy taking my girls on walks, sing Sunday school songs with them, and watching them grow together. My heart still aches for my dad but God is there to comfort me.