My Father's Love

The day I was allowed to go home from the Hospital, after my birth, was one my Father would never forget!  Later, when I was older, he would tell me the story of what happened when I was only two days old.

Giving birth to me, and to my little sister was hard for my Mother.  After my birth, she was not able to walk up the many stair steps to our little home, they had to get an ambulance to take us there.  My Mother would have to be on a stretcher.

The nurse placed me in a little cradle inside the back of the ambulance, next to my Mama, since she wanted me to stay close by. My Daddy had walked to the hospital, so he rode in the front with the driver of the ambulance, as we started toward home.

When we arrived home, the driver and my Daddy came around to the back, and the driver opened the big door so they could get us out.  As the door was opened, my Daddy saw my cradle turning over, and I was rolling out.  I was about to hit the cement curb.  My Father went down on his knees to catch his firstborn child and caught me in his arms, before I was severly injured or killed.  My small body was uninjuried.  My life had been saved.

Later when I was older, Daddy told me he sat down on the cement and held me tight, protecting me, and thanking God, not even thinking about his knees, which were both bruised and bloody. He told me the one in charge that day was our Heavenly Father.  And that things had happened very quickly, he had no time to think, just to act.

GOD knew I was going to be saved by my Daddy.  He knew that my parents would take me to Church, and HE knew that I would ask HIM into my heart at a the tender age of nine years old, when I joined Apple Valley Baptist Church, the Church where I remain a member.

Please follow me as I continue telling of my love of GOD, and family. Come, walk down the road of memories with this G.R.I.T.S--as I remain just that,  a girl raised in the south, and in the Church.