The Importance Of My Life
Mama and daddy were ordinary people. And in my mind, that made me an ordinary Christian. I was raised on a farm, with cows and pigs; picking butter beans, green peas, corn, sweet potatoes and okra. All that good ole’ southern food we like to eat today. Thank God I came along right after the cotton picking ended in our area. However, I do remember walking through the Cottonfield.
We did not have a lot of money …show more content…
I saw some of my classmates who were raised by single mothers, but the gravity of their situations never fully penetrated my psyche. I had no idea that so many may have envied the way I lived. I was always the odd man out, and I got used to that; further burying myself in books.
I was good in school, so I kind of skated. I was smart and I knew it, and I leaned on that crutch. I did not have to work hard for anything in school. But if I had known then what I know now, I would have dug and dug and dug. I had a good life, but I always felt I had a boring life. I never had to struggle; saw plenty of it around me, but never had to go down that road myself. At that age, although I heard a lot about it, I did not fully understand about faith and prayer.
Some people get themselves into trouble because they have no choice. Some get themselves into trouble out of ignorance. My troubles with men came because of pure ignorance and …show more content…
I used to rely on his prayers to “get me through.” Praying when I thought about it. Totally forgetting those scriptures about the importance of prayer. That made me ignorantly bulletproof; ignorant and inexperienced at its finest. Let me digress for a moment about being an ordinary Christian. Back then, I did not ascertain that as a slap in the face to God. I did not smoke, I did not drink, I was not allowed to date, so I didn 't sleep around… I was just Reverend So and So’s daughter. Now that in and of itself is not a bad thing, but for me, it fostered a false sense of being perfect and that in turn, fostered a false sense of