People often believe life is a book filled with luck or coincidence. Read the book to discover how each chapter is written by God.
I was born fat and bald. My mother took one look at me and screeched, “That’s not my baby!” My previous siblings had been beautiful, with rosy cheeks and black curly hair. Finally, my mother noticed my dimples and immediately changed her mind. I was hers after all.
Timid and shy, I was afraid of most things, but more than anything I hated the poverty in which we lived. I determined to put it behind me as I grew to be an adult. My resolve caused impulsive decisions that would propel me down a slippery slope with little hope of climbing out of the abyss.
I was bitter and angry when my daddy abandoned our family. He went on his way without a care in the world until he received the phone call telling him that I was dying. Even then he could only send his prayers which were of little comfort as I was a stranger to him. It was then that my Father in Heaven stepped up to the plate and hit it out of the ballpark.