It has been said that what we truly want in life is found, not at the destination, but in what we experience on the journey there.
as a child I dreamed of the father I didn't know. growing up in a abusive home my real father that I had made up in my head as I knew nothing about him was growing in leaps and bounds. he was my white knight, my hero, who saved me from my painful existence at home.
He would drive up to the house , rescue me from my evil stepfather, beating him up and scooping me up and drive away to a new glorious rich life, filled with love, understanding and safety. I would meet my other family who would welcome me with open arms, showering me with more love and attention. And all this would heal my heart and fill that empty pain filled space in my gut.
As I grew older the dream expanded, getting more detailed, yet here I was empty, abused and broken with no sign of hope that my hero would show up. by the time I was thirteen I broke down and told someone how I was being tortured by my stepfather, he was thrown in jail and removed from my life forever. My dream was wavering, and I had solved the abusive parent myself. I began to think he wasn't coming, maybe he didn't care, maybe my other family didn't want to know me.
My broken life a shambles little did I see past the anger, and pain from my past that I was masking with drug addiction that my bitterness was growing, and in that I learned how to survive. I used every painful stumble to grow as a person even in the face of total spiritual, mental and physical breakdown. I felt abandoned by my fathers, both spiritual and biological. I could not see a end to my misery and suffering and felt I could not go on. But then I had no knowledge of God's plan for my life, or even who he was.
but I was about to see, everything. not in my time, not my way but soon it would be revealed
check back for the next lesson to find out how.
ADVENTURE
Remember a time when everything went wrong in your life, only to later discover that it was the path toward something very right.
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