Where To Go From Here?

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I’ve devoted most of my posts to revealing the development of my faith through the difficult journey of my life.  Then, in August of last year, my path shifted and this blog had to be put on hold for awhile.

Next week, my posts will continue to tell my story.  If you haven’t read what’s happened in my journey to faith, they are all labeled The Journey.  Just select the link and scroll to the bottom of the posts under that label. From there, you can read the story in order.  What will you find?  My experiences with teenage pregnancy, domestic violence, divorce, single parenting, and chronic illness.  There’s a lot there, and I guess God isn’t through with me yet, which brings up the question:

What’s next?

I hope to conclude with the planned posts for my journey sometime in the first half of this year.  Then, I feel strongly that this blog should focus on my new path:  parenting grandchildren.

If you are a grandparent raising grandchildren, on your own or with your adult children in the house, please comment below or contact me privately through the information page on my website.  I know there are a lot of us raising our grandchildren, so if you are interested in writing an occasional post, answering some survey questions, or sharing your own experiences with me, I want to hear from you!

For those of you not in this situation, I hope you will continue to stay with us on this new journey.  I guarantee you know someone who is raising grandchildren.  You might discover new insights or ways to encourage them.   AND, if you know someone raising their grandchildren, would you share this post with them?  Thank you!

Teenage Pregnancy: When It Happens To You

The Face of Teen PregnancyI snuck out in the middle of the night to be with him…

And got caught.

Not right away, but long enough for my mother’s first words to be, “At least tell me you used protection.”

My response shocks me to this day. “It might be too late for that,”  I said, then looked away.  I couldn’t meet her gaze.

The rest of my summer went downhill from there.  Mom took me to a doctor in another town, and the pregnancy test came back negative.   He gave me some pills to restart my cycle, stating that the stress I’d been under probably interrupted it.

Relieved, I got on with my plans to enter college in the fall.

But, my cycle didn’t start back.

A few days after moving into the dorms, I returned to the same doctor who, this time, confirmed my pregnancy.  These days, you can find out quickly, but back then, if you weren’t far enough along, the tests weren’t accurate.

My life got worse.  My parents pushed for an abortion.  His parents, and he, pushed for me to keep the baby.  No one cared what I wanted.  They cared about what they wanted. Before you judge either side, you need to know that neither side loved the situation.  My parents hated the idea of an abortion, but they hated the idea of their daughter’s life shifting to motherhood just as she embarked on her college years.  His parents hated the situation, too, but abortion went against everything they believed.

I was caught in the middle.  No one asked me how I felt.  No one talked to me about my options in a caring manner.

Yes, my parents made me talk to our minister, who showed me a very thick file folder. Each sheet in the folder represented a marriage due to teenage pregnancy. He told me every couple in that file was now divorced. My minister assured me that our church believed in life at birth.  He advised an abortion.

For what will it profit a man if he gains the whole world and forfeits his soul? Or what shall a man give in return for his soul?  Matthew 16:26

Although no one asked me, I stood firm on this one.  I don’t know why because I had no strong religious convictions at this time, but I chose life.  I chose my baby. It felt like the right thing to do.  Was I tempted to take the easy way out and carry on as if my life hadn’t changed? Yes.  But I chose life, and I don’t regret it, even though the marriage this forced me into catapulted my life further along this horrid trajectory.

We got married.

Follow My Lead

This week, I’m spending time with my beautiful granddaughter, Victoria.  She starts kindergarten in a few weeks, so I’ll be limited to weekends and school vacation very soon.  I’m excited for her, but mourning the fact that I can’t go pick her up any time I want.  Children have to grow up, don’t they?

So, this is a short post this week.  If you don’t read my other blog, An Eclectic Muse, I invite you to stop by there and read last week’s post, If You Lead I Will Follow. (I alternate posting each week between the two.)  After you read that post, feel free to jump back here and tell me your thoughts on following as a Christian.  When should we follow?  When should we lead?