So I was born dead with the umbilical cord wrapped four times around my neck and purple as a beet.
In the cold delivery room after spending twenty something hours half naked in labor by herself, my mom cried a painful NOOOOOOOOOO!! That pierced all the way through God’s ears.
You can’t take him away from me! she cried…
One… One thousand, two… One thousand, three… One thousand… four and a half minutes later God brought me back.
Thanks to long sessions of therapy I came to discover that my mom’s purpose for me when she got pregnant, was for me to be the “glue” that stuck the family together.
I don’t blame her because she was probably not even aware of that herself, but God had purpose for me higher than hers.
This Purpose I was to find many years later…