Always Have Faith in God

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My short story is about how I grew up and my parents getting a divorce. Once they did, I began to grow faith in God. It's also about if anyone struggles with being a military brat and their parents getting a divorce I also give them some advice also.

Submitted: January 16, 2017

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Submitted: January 16, 2017




Janessa was the name given to me in this world filled with hate, love, disgust, and pity. It all began when I was four years old. That is when I first started to remember things. There was my mother, father, my sister who was six years older than me, and myself. From different experiences I could say that we were an average family. We did normal like family things. I was raised by going to church on Sundays and Wednesdays. I loved going to church every week because it meant that I got to see my grandmother afterwards and spend the night at her house. From my point of view, I thought I was living a perfect life. I did not have to worry about anything. Day by day I was just living the life of an ordinary child, or so I thought.

A few years had past and at this point I was about eight or nine years old. My parents as I recall, were always in a good mood with each other and shared the joy of raising my sister and I together. But, I guess I was wrong because one day my parents decided to tell my sister and I that they were getting a divorce. My immediate reaction was a natural instinct for a young child, which was to blame myself. Suddenly, I was now the minority at school because the majority of my peers had both parents in a relationship still. I could either blame the separation of my parents on myself by telling myself that if I was a better kid if I would have asked them for less, they might still be together. Or I could take the positive road, which would be wanting the best form of happiness for my parents, and, obviously, they were not going to be happy if they had to suffer through their arguments or problems. I knew what divorce meant but I had never thought of “my parents might get a divorce”, that was the last thing on my mind. I had never really imagined my parents leading separate lives. It was very odd for me because when my parents divorce was final I did not think it was really happening. I thought it was all a joke. Everyday I thought my dad would come home and we would be one happy family again. After a while I began to realize that it was never going to happen.

A couple years down the road, probably when I was around ten or eleven years old, was more an emotional phase for me. My mother met my soon-to-be step dad, Jeff. They got married in February of  20ll. Jeff was in the military so that meant that we would be moving to different places every few years. It was very awkward at first, seeing my mother with another man and, basically, having a second father, although I never looked at him in that sense. I just saw him as a third parent and not a second dad. But, after a few years I began to see him as a father. My father, on the other hand, remained single and tried new combinations to find the right spouse and, naturally, I always had faith he would find the right woman. A few years had went by and my father did find the right woman. When I met my father’s girlfriend and her three kids, I did not see her as my step mother at all. I did not get a warm fuzzy feeling from her when I met her. About a year into their relationship they found out that she was going to have a baby. I was sort of mad because it meant that my father was going to have another child. But, once the baby was born I realized that I was going to be close to this baby. My brother is now five almost six years old and we are closer than ever.

At the beginning of this story I had mentioned that I go to church every Sunday so that meant that I obviously believe and have faith in God. Well, during the time my parents were getting a divorce I began to lose faith in God. I began losing faith in God because divorce is not suppose to happen in a perfect family. But, apparently it does because it happend to my parents. I realized that things happen for a reason and God knew what the reason was for but I did not. At that point I began to realize that I could not change what was happening no matter how hard I tried to stop it. Once I realized that I was not in a dream and that this was actually happening that is when I got closer with God. Who would have thought that a negative event would lead to a sense of positive events? Today, my mother has been married to my step dad for about six almost seven years and my father is incredible to my brother, sister, and I. Now I am sixteen years old, I am currently working on getting a job and learning how to manage my time between family, school, and sports. Even though my father lives in Washington with my brother, we are closer than ever and I always find time to call and talk to them on a daily basis. Now that I am sixteen years old I have moved from Washington State, California, and now I live here in Texas. Moving has been hard on me because I do not get to see my family everyday that live in Washington. I have faith in God and I know that he has a plan for me and this is just the beginning of this amazing journey he has put me on. Although I may not like how my lifestyle is all the time I know that once this journey is over I will be thankful for all that has happened to me.

The best advice I can give to someone whose parents may be divorcing is to not assume the worst. Sometimes things work out for the better, and when you parents are happy, your life is happier too. The bottom line is that parents want to see their children happy as well, and it is hard to raise a happy child if you are not happy yourself. Even though you may have the hassle of two households, the most important thing is being loved and loving your family. Families come in all shapes and sizes, and you never know when things might change. We should live our lives grateful for the positive things in life, then you won’t put so much emphasis on the negative things. If you believe and faith in God as much as I do, then you have nothing to worry because your

faith in God should be bigger than your fears.

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