I used to cry and cry and cry and never understand why. Why did God allowed my mom to married me away when I was so young. I used to walk around with my head down. Never tell anyone that it was not I, but was my mom who did that. I now understand. It is so I can spend the rest of my life serving Him.
My daughter is grown up now and is married to a wonderful, wonderful man. My son is grown now and has moved out with my grand baby. My youngest son is beyond teen and is doing whatever he wants (good things), like sleeping over at my older son's tonight. My home is so quiet. My husband is asleep. And I I just spent the last several hours practicing the songs that I have received to sing this Ash Wednesday and for next Sunday with the Spanish choir.
That is the next chapter, 9 - I Now Understand Why I Was Doing So Well In Spanish In 1974.
