MEMORY LANE

Traveling down this memory-lane with me,

you will get a glimpse into my past.

Perhaps it will help someone out there who reads it.

And if it does, then it won't have been in vain

in my telling a little about my life's story.

 I lost my first baby in May of 1967. Whether it was a girl or boy,

I don't know. I had my first, and only son eleven months

 later. He was such a happy baby. By the time he was

ten months old, I was going to have another baby!

Again, GOD did not see fit that it should be born.

I miscarried in my 11-12th week. Another "tiny angel"

had returned to heaven.

Four months later I was pregnant with my fourth child.

She was born in July of 1970. You may ask, WHY didn't I

take birth control? Well, I did try different means,

plus the pill and an IUD. With the IUD I had serious

problems and my own sister lost a boy in the fourth month,

because the IUD had implanted into his head! And besides the

"pill" was still slightly a new thing, back then, and women

were still kind of scared about it. Anyway, I had my first daughter,

and when she was a few months old I was going to have another

baby. I lost this one, too. And the next one, I lost before the third

month was through. What an "ignorant womb"! Not knowing

what it was created to do..so it "aborted" its own!

When I became pregnant with my seventh child...you know I

haven't really thought of it like that before; of being pregnant

with my seventh child, because to me, Missy (Melissa,

as she prefers) was always my third child. Maybe because she

was my third living one...that could be it. The way things

worked out, GOD gave me Melissa, my third "living angel".

That is the way I looked at all of my children...of course when they

become teenagers, they can be "little devils"; we all know that! (*S)

So, in heaven I now have five children...my four that were lost

before their lives began, and my son, Ellis, who was hit and killed

Oct. 7, 1987 by an automobile in Texas. You know even when

I write those words and look at them, it still seems like he is just

away somewhere and has forgotten to call or write me.

Isn't it silly how the mind tricks itself into thinking what

it wants to think? Even now as the tears fall, unbidden,

down my face......and I told myself I wasn't going to cry.

Looking back it reminds me when I used to read to the kids

before they went to bed, when they were little...*S*...

They were always so eager to hear stories about Jesus.

Not so that they could stay up past their bedtime...

but they each had a deep love for Jesus in their heart.

The reading of GOD'S word in the family is so important.

Like the saying goes: "The family that prays

together.... stays together."

Look what the word says:

"Train up a child in the way he should go:

and when he is old, he will not depart from it."

Prov.22:6

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