Build

I like how God illuminates something that I did not see before.  For the longest of time, I thought I was given a crummy life.  When you think about it, it was not pretty.  It wasn't God's fault.  African-Americans can foster the acceptance of an unhealthy family system that has a lot of man made ills in it.  I can say that my family was vulnerable way before "Life" hit it.  It began with having children far too young to parents who were not committed to each other.  When they did commit, the union was plagued with infidelity and drug abuse.  Because the money of two had now become one, we were plunged into poverty.  My mother married a man who brought to the cesspool of our lives his own addictions.  Now that our lives had been thoroughly messed up, my mother dies.  The natural ails of a home happen.  My mother was sick.  I became a teenager.  Kids had to get through school.  College had to be applied for.  Christmas came.  I needed glasses.  Someone broke their leg.  Life happened in the midst of  the horrible life that man made happen.  I see now, that my life was not made bad.  It was vulnerable before the storm hit.  Now, that I understand that the house was weak from the beginning.  I don't mind that it was blown away in the wind.  All we can do now is build.


We build by Nicole Nordman
http://youtu.be/N9vSoefIrR4