It drew them closer and they ended up getting married. They welcomed my brother shortly after.
Years passed and her heart longed for that little girl, an ache that nothing could fill. That cold morning, a small cry broke the silence of her heart, and the doctor proclaimed, "It's a girl!" And my daddy sat there in awe, tears streaming down his face for God had given them a baby girl.
On a darker note, this is the age I was when I became a target for a preditor. I wont give you any details except that it did shape the rest of my life. I was changed. Certainly not forever. But God used it, lets just say that!
I had lots of great memories. I loved hiking, biking, and painting pictures. When I was 10 years old, my family moved to Little Chute, Wisconsin. My dad set his band directing aside and pursued the dog grooming profession. He bought a grooming and boarding business and became very gifted at that. He could master any skill that was set before him!
I think you start to become a perpetual victim. I did anyhow. It was almost like there was a silent inscription on my forehead that welcomed the abuse. I once heard a saying, "You deserve to be treated the way you allow yourself to be treated!" And somehow I think that saying is true. I did not have to be the but of all the jokes nor the doormat. I guess I allowed a great portion of it because I did not feel I deserved anything better. But oh, well, that is how it worked out. I did feel worthless all the time...
I had not a bible nor a person telling me things about Jesus. I just knew about God because I would go to church on the holidays, a Catholic church where my grandmothers went. I knew God was real somehow, I did think that if I would pray, that he would hear me.
One night as I felt so alone, so ready to die, so bitter with my lot, at a young age of 15, I cried out to God. And to my suprise, he saved me. He lifted me from my pit and showed me another path. His path! Over the years I never strayed to far to the right or to the left. I strived to stay focused on the path that was set before me.
BUT there was this guy. You know who! Mark, my husband. He would not leave me alone. I mean, he enjoyed making fun of me because he had heard (I probably announced it), that I was a black belt in Tae Kwon Do. When there was an opportunity for me to teach the campers some self defence, I politely asked if Mark could be my dummy. I flipped him, this big 6'5" guy, around a bit. I guess you could say I knocked him off his feet!
So one day on a walk, that is just what I did. I prayed specific things. "Lord, if I have to get married, this guy better like to have a big family, live out in the country, and have animals." No sooner did I pray, I found out we were headed to a canoe trip down the river and of course we had to pair up. The canoes filled up one by one and I was not the type to have a ME FIRST attitude, so I stood there waiting to go last. Apparently, Mark was the same type. There was one canoe left and just the two of us. Oh boy, I had to take a ride with MR. DULL, MR. Jerk, who I thought nothing of.
We were in that canoe for about 10 minutes and there was no talking because he just doesn't have much to say. So I broke the silence. I asked him what he wanted to do with his life. He said, "Well, I would love to settle down, have a big family, and live out in the country with animals." I did not waver. I did not let those proclomations sit for awhile in my mind. NO. I just stood up in that canoe right then and there and I yelled with all my might, "Were getting MARRIED!!!!!!" He looked up at me, kind of shocked, yet he steadied the canoe and returned, "okay." Not a loud cry. Not an excited tone. Just OKAY. Just okay. Simple. To. The. Point. And that was that. We were getting married!