God, help me, I keep falling!

Let me introduce you to Chelsie:

When I was at the tender young age of five, I remember riding my bicycle so carefree in our immaculate yard. I was free from the cares of this life and I knew not the pressures which lied ahead of me. Sometimes I wish I could go back to that day. I now call it the “good old days.” But because of Adam and Eve, all had to be faced with the adversity of this day.

I recall pretending to be a teacher and heck, sometimes a preacher. My grandmother kept my sister and I in church Sunday after Sunday and sometimes on school nights. So, I guess now I was just mimicking what I saw from the sermons that I had heard. The whole preaching thing just down right fascinated me. The small southern atmosphere was a great one overall to be raised in. We stayed way out in a small rural community with very few neighbors, but the few neighbors we had were very much friendly.

I grew up without a father, meaning my mom and dad divorced when I was about three years old. My mom raised my sister and I the best way that she could, but she had help from my dear grandmother, her mother. My grandmother played an integral and pertinent part in our lives. She was my life and truly she was the glue that held us together. Her guidance and discipline brought me a long way, as well as, the morals and values that she instilled in me. My mom was a young mother when she birthed us. I guess you might say she didn’t have it all together because of her young age. However, she did her best at the time. Mom was a party mom. She would go out and party hearty on the weekends and leave us home with my grandmother. My grannie didn’t mind keeping us sometimes, but I precisely remember hearing her tell my mother, “You just need to slow down and keep your own kids sometimes.” Now do you really think for a moment she stopped or minimized her clubbing? Guess what, she took us with her, but not inside the club. We sat in the car with her and her friend. You see, back then in this small town you were allowed to hang out in parked cars on the street.

Oh my! What a way to sow seeds into your child’s life. Now what kind of harvest do you think came from such a seed? Even now, as I am writing this I cannot help but to think about the young, single mom who has already or is sowing these seeds of regret. If you are married or single with a child or children, remember God has created and ordained you to train up your child to be righteous, holy, obedient and respectful. We are accountable to God in how we raise them up. Do a self evaluation on yourself. Are you leading by a good example? What kind of seeds are you sowing into your child?

As I share my story with you, it is my hope that it will totally transform your life forever, as well as, the lives you hold so dear to you. May the eyes of your understanding be lit just like a city that sits on the hill that cannot be hidden.