Hi, my names is *Jenny. I am in my late 40’s, happily married to the love of my life and I am blessed with several children, beautiful grandchildren, another on the way, an incredible son-in-law and beautiful daughters-in-law’s. Not only that, I have many children of whom I dearly love, who call me mom and we don’t even have the same blood pumping through our veins. I am l blessed to have my own house, car and a job which I am super grateful for.
However, my life hasn’t always been cupcakes and roses. I was fortunate enough to grow up in Epworth Children’s Village…you see I am 1 of 4 children from my mom’s side and I have another two brothers and one sister from my late father’s side. For whatever reason when I was about one years old, my parents couldn’t take care of me and I was put into the system…just as many of you have been. I was at first at St Mary’s Children’s home and then I got transferred to Epworth Children’s Village. I saw my dad every now and then, but I spent most of my young life in a Children’s home. As a young teenager I suffered with Bulimia, where I was placed into a psychiatric ward for quite some time until I started to get better. I was in and out of different high schools and different homes where kind families tried to foster me.
I wish that I could tell you all the abuse I have taken and all the pain I have been through in my life, but I don’t want to upset anyone who might have inflicted that pain. I wish I could tell you how many times I wanted to give up as a child and teenager and young adult. The truth is I am fortunate enough to serve a Loving and Caring God who has taken care of me my whole life, a God who brought my husband onto my path, a God who rescued me more times than I deserve.
As I previously stated, myself and my brothers and sister were placed into the home and my parents went with the clause first in first out statement, so with me being the youngest I was the last one to get out…thankfully God had something else planned, like I said He put my now husband on my path and my husband is the one who gave me a home and showed me how to be a daughter, a wife, a mother, a sister.
Here is where I want to encourage you.
Just because you don’t have parents…doesn’t mean there aren’t people out there who will love and care about you…trust God, He knows what He is doing.
Just because your parents didn’t want you or couldn’t take care of you…doesn’t mean you can’t forgive them, both my parents lived under my roof for quite some time…trust God, He knows what He is doing.
Just because you feel you had an unfair start to life…doesn’t mean that you have…look at all God has blessed me with…trust God, He knows what He is doing.
Just because you think you will never know what it feels like to grow up in a home with family…doesn’t mean that you don’t have one…look around you, there are plenty other kids who want a brother or sister, what’s stopping you from being one…be grateful for the roof you have over your head, you could be on the street with nothing at all…and again trust God, He knows what He is doing. Family isn’t always blood…family are those special people who love you as you and want to be a part of your life.
You need to know that life isn’t over because you have been dealt an unfair card…you get to choose how you want to live the rest of your life.
You need to see those kind people around you who are taking care of you and love them back, you might be the only family they have too.
You need to know that playing the blame card isn’t going to get you anywhere in life…you need to work hard and trust that God has a plan for you.
Lastly, I want to tell you to never give up and always be the best version of you, one day you will look back and you will use your life story to inspire others…
*Name/s have been randomly changed to protect the individual and those around him/her.