it looks like the sun is finally shining here in central ohio. the snow has begun to melt and show off the landscape of harvested fields and brown grass and pine trees. life has taken a crazy trip right now. the girl, single, and very young. She is expecting. expecting as in a baby is growing inside of her. daily there are prayers offered to Christ to beg the father of light to protect this child. smoke fill the air as the young girls stands outside in the cold air to supply her bodies addition. she has been addicted to other things as well which have ultimately landed her in a jail cell and rehab. statements like “i want to change my life” spew from her fiery tongue. it licks through the lies of deception one after another. i seem to be the only one not fooled by this attempt to look and sound exactly how everyone wants her to sound. the writer knows how to deceive, he has been addicted before. christ showed up to him and he let go. let go of all that was holding him, just to let the father get a grip on him. he realizes now more than ever that gods grip on us is greater than our grip on him. enough about the writer, you shall hear more of this on later.
the girl has tears and blood pooring from her face as she rushes in the door. it appears that she had an accident of sorts. jeff, he hit me was all the writer heard come out of her mouth before he was out the door and in the driveway. only to find no one there to approach. so must anger and pain of his past came out in that very moment. he recalls his childhood as his sisters husband bruised her face and body. death was hovering over the writer. it has never really left. he never actually knew it was there until recently. going back is never fun, no one enjoys this, however it is healing and forgiveness that you find there. you must see yourself hanging on that cross 2000 yrs ago before you can ever see yourself as holy.
The neice of the writer is the girl. she has had many chances to clean up her life, repent, turn around and not go back. she always goes back. back to the darkness of the capitol city where she finds rest and peace for only a shot time, then it turns into rage and hatred. the gospel has been engraved into her since she was a child by her grandparents and her uncle, the writer. much opposition she was faced with. single mom, sister left the abuse, trying to raise babies in a world that doesn’t understand the hardship of the handicapped. the writer’s sister is legally blind. you ask how could a single mom that is legally blind raise babies. well she did raise them, they just went the opposite direction that the family wanted. now her babies are having babies. but the youngest is where my attention is locked into. this baby that did not ask to come into this world is coming. afraid of what she (the baby is a girl) will wake up to in the night of hunger, just to see the young mother lying on the floor, in the other side of hell, the world of confusion.
no child left behind….. this one will be. maybe not at first, but when the wolf sneeks in to grandmas bed to wait for the girl in the red hood. she will fail. the baby could witness real life circumstances of drug abuse and violence and sex that most of us reading this have never witnessed, a baby, ab babe, helpless.
tears form in the writers eyes and slowly make their way down his cheeks. he does not have the funds to support this child. but he does have a heart of gold. the kind of person that will do anything, go anywhere, for anyone, no matter who they ar or how famous or not they are or how famous or not he is. we were not put on this earth to get famous ar recognized. we are supposed to build his kingdom! There are some that are doing a great job of this all over the world. but have you ever had it in your face, in your home, family? The writer and his wife have had discussing about the situation that you have been filled in on. they have two children of there own. noah and samuel. they live up to their names. the always want to help people. put thier selves behind others. they are both gifted children. noah plays the guitar and trumpet very well (not like tose 5th grade concerst that you just cringe to hear) he reads nd plays music. i the womb it was told to my wife that noah would be a worshiper of god. he never likes to break the rules. samuel plays the drums, instantly has an internal metroknomb. he would like to play keys and guitar eventually. these are to boys the said they are willing to help out if they get an little sister. the writer and his wife have had the same burning heaviness in their stomachs and chest. we did not plan on having anymore children. but ig the almighty god of heaven ad father of jesus christ calls us to raise this baby, to keep her safe from the world the drugs the sex the darkness,
people are praying for us all over the us. please lift up you sincere prayer to god the father and his son jesus christ. pray that if god wants us to adopt this girl, then we need a bigger house for all of us. we are on a fixed income while my wife is finishing up her masters in education. I am a manager at a spa and a licensed massage therapist, that income will not kick it for a new house payment! God will supply the need all we have to do is ask!
Thanks for reading. my name is bobby tucker, my wife’s name is nicole.
even though… by bobby tucker
“even though i cannot see, i still believe,
even though i cannot see i still believe.
believe in the Word made flesh on day
believe in the God who sent him my way
i believe in the spirit whos alive today…
“even though i cannot see, i still believe,
even though i cannot see i still believe.
