Lindsey's Blog Spot

[Lindsey]

Lindsey's Blog Spot
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History about Lindsey

I was born in a family of loving people. My mother was a nurse who worked in Labor & Delivery and my father was a cross country truck driver. I remember as a young child, my younger brother and I being watched by my grandparents all the time since my mother worked all day and my father only came home when they let him. When I was young, he became a trainer and he would bring home some of the guys after a few months to meet the family, especially during the summer. I remember all the guys were sweet as could be and they would stay for a whole weekend. My father would take me swimming in our pool and make sure he spent as much time with us as possible when he was home.

As I grew, I was spoiled. I had six older cousins on my father side, which since I lived on a 27 Acer property that they all lived on, they raised me. Both sides of my family were big, my father had two siblings with three kids each and my mother had three siblings, two with two kids each and then her younger sister had four boys. So, I had a big family and that is only my aunts, uncles, grandparents on both sides, and cousins... I got to know my father's aunts and uncles, along with his cousins and their kids. I have a VERY big family and everyone knew each other or knew of each other.

I was in 6^th Grade when I committed my life to Christ and was Baptized at the First Baptist Church of my Hometown, which was the same church my Mother went to her and family grew up in. It is over 150 years old and very large! But even at a young age, I felt like a outcast which was sad. I did not start going to that church until I was in sixth grade and everyone knew each other from first grade and I was coming in completely new. I kept to myself and my Bible, but soon, that fire I had was smoldering and I had lost my connection. It did not take long for the fire to get started again, but soon, things were going to happen and I would have no control over them.

It was November of my Eighth Grade year when my mother came home from work early and she did not look very happy. My father had been off the rode for years due to back problems and soon they called us in to talk to us, since my brother and I were practicing shooting the Bow with my Uncle. They told us my mother had been put on Leave from the Hospital... You see, she had been put on medication at a very young age and she had gotten VERY tolerant of drugs and she had started secretly taking my father's pain medication for her own pains and was growing addicted. They found out and did a drug test on her and found the drugs, telling her that she was on leave until she was clean. They said her job would still be there... But then she went to the Alabama Board of Nursing... She passed a Drug test, she was just going to get the Okay from the Board, only to see them toss her drug test and pull her licenses... She would never serve in a Hospital again...

Her heart was broken, but they told her if she went to Rehab, that she could get it back and go back to work. The Hospital still told her that her job was waiting for her. Her friends were hoping things would go good for her and we all wanted to see the best. She got worse after they pulled her license and when she came home, she took every drug she could find, hoping to end her life. She said it was because I came in to get a question answered that she was alive today. She went to rehab at the beginning of my Ninth Grade year and I quit Marching Band to focus on my studies and my mother. After I told my father and mother why, my father was very anger that I did not go over it with him first and my mother was upset, but she said that it was my choice. She was in for three weeks before she was released and she went to the Hospital to get them to set up a appointment for the Board...

"We are Sorry, but you are no longer staff here because we have no room for any more nurses due to budget cuts." She had been lied to before and now, they were telling her this?! She went to clean out her locker, only to bump into her friend and a Labor and Delivery Doctor. "What!? We have 45 jobs that need to be filled, 5 in Labor and Delivery!" He was anger because they had lied and my mother just told him to drop it. She was done with the Hospital as was my family. We hated the place and soon, things started to change. They did not care for their service, did not care about the patients how they once had. Nurses and Doctors started leaving the hospital because the hospital only cared about Money. We only continued going their because it was the closest Hospital and my Grandfather's Heart Doctor was there.

She went to work as a Health & Weight Loss Clinic and loved it, since she was a Office manager. She enjoyed it and thought it was the best. Everyone was friendly and they were very close. I was doing better in school, though not my best because I was a slacker. December was coming, which meant my Birthday and Christmas. The first to gain a year older was my grandfather on Dec. 5th, and then myself on Dec. 11, followed by my grandmother on Dec. 15th, and then Christmas was here. Well, as a tradition was, my Aunt always took me someplace for my birthday, either a painting class or a movie, well this year was a painting class since my brother wanted to see the same movie I wanted to for his birthday. So, on the Dec 18, 2006, she took me to Paint, but she had bought me a pair of pants that were too small, so on our way, we stopped to get a pair of pants... Being slightly under the weather, I was not feeling good and told her to just get a size larger and make sure they were long.

I went in with her and stood in line, only to have to close because the girl had been there for a hour over her clock out. I understood and went to the guy next to her and we started talking. When my Aunt found me, she told me she wanted me to try it on and the guy of course told me it would be best. I found out that he lived down the road from me, went a rival school, was a senior in high school and he was not that bad looking and he was sweet. I didn't think I would see him again, so while my aunt was paying, I said Good Bye to him and went to wait by my aunts car. She came out, unlocked the doors and handed me a piece of paper with his number on it... I hadn't even gotten his name!? I was a Freshman who had been talking to a Senior and a cute one at that.

I called him a few days later while at church, hoping he could join me for Wednesday Night service, only to have him be at work, but he called me back later that night and we talked for hours into the morning hours. For the next couple of days, it was the same thing and he even invited my family to his step-father's church service... However, nothing can be perfect can it? I started to get to know him, but I had to know some about his history... The story of his life was one of hurt... He said he was from Boston, his father had been a business man and his mother a house wife... His father had died on 9/11 and he was on Flight 93 and then his mother hung herself. His siblings(3) were all he had, but two died because of drugs and the third was overseas in Iraq.

He asked me out on New Years Eve, asking my father permission to date me, who pulled out about ten plus knives and threaten that if I was hurt, he would be dead. My mother took him home that evening and he asked me out right at Midnight. We date for a while, till the end of school that year. Things escalated in his story. He had a uncle who was a terrible man, he found out his father from flight 93 was not his father, but his real father lived in Alabama now. It started getting worse for him, but at the end of the year, his parents kicked him out, or so he said and my mother saw him living out of his car. Being the kind woman she was, she invited him to stay at the house until he was able to get a place. I broke off the dating, since I did not feel comfortable dating him while we were living together. I told him once he was out, that everything would be different, that we could start dating again, that I just did not feel comfortable about it. We went on vacation in Destin, Florida and I got to see family down there, but my ex started to bother me.

He tried calling me while he was drunk and sent me rude text messages, along with Myspace messages. I asked him to stop, that we would talk it over when I got home. He finally stopped after two days and then when I got home, things got worse. He cussed out my brother, in front of my highly protective cousin who asked him not to very kind like, but he cussed her out too and they got into a fight. I begged for them to stop and then I found out what he had said about me. He had told my cousin's friend that we had had sex, which we had never done and that I was very good at it, which I would have never known because she did not want to ask me. After he was out of our house, I helped my brother clean his room, where I found a written out plan to kidnap me and rape me for days. I was shocked and I could not believe it! I found out only a couple of weeks later he was in jail for Sodomy and I tried getting my youth pastor to go and talk to him, but he was unable to. I never talked to him again...

I was single for a bit after that, though I did kind of date some. I dated a guy while I was in ROTC who was from another school, but in a ROTC and that didn't work out. I met a guy at a church event, but we never dated, though he connected me with on of his friends that was my age, I only talked to him for maybe a month before this time, over a year ago. So, I was surprised with him replying back. But, before I continue, need to give you a bit of a back story.

After the last boy, I prayed to God to give me a Guardian Angel, someone or something that would protect me and look after me. Well, a month before I started talking to this boy again, he gave me a beautiful Yellow Lab Puppy and I was in love with him! I named him Tango and I was so excited to have him. Now, back to the boy... He was rather nice and he tried everything to get us to date before we met. I rejected his first asking and told him we had to met and he had to met my family, since I was family oriented. Of course, he had to be Christian, since I was... I hold the Bible to truth completely and that means that part about being associated with non-christians. Sure, I am friends with many different religious people, but dating wise, it has to be Christian! He was a Christian, going to a private Christian School and playing Football. We were able to set up a date for him to come Swimming and he came and met the family. Everyone seemed to love him and after getting to the house on June 2, 2008 at 10:30, we got to know each other and by 1630 that after noon, we were dating.

As we dated, he expressed his love for cars and his thoughts on joining the military. I told him to go for it, that I would support him, but I wanted to spend that summer with him before he went, so he enlisted after my senior year started, but he did not go to Basic until Feb 15, 2010 the day after valentines day. I was excused from school to see him off and the next day, went back to school and skipped lunch. I had two teachers who looked after me that year, since I went to a small school my senior year, they saw I was not eating and forced me to eat something, since they did not want me to get too depressed. He was able to call some during the week before basic started the next week and then I did not hear from him a week. I was able to find some of the wives of his battle buddies on a facebook page and got to know them. Letters were my LIFE line, I prayed to see at least one in the mail so I could read it. I saved all his letters, putting them in a folder and taking them EVERYWHERE with me to read them over and over again. He wrote him daily, but never mailed it until I got a letter from him and then I replied to him. Sometimes the letters were five pages long because it would be one big letter written over time. In fact, he proposed to me through a letter.

Then... Basic Combat Training Graduation was here! I told my principle who excused me from classes that day, told my teachers who gave me work to do while I was gone and I left the Wednesday before Family Day and Graduation. His parents would meet us on Family Day, which was Thursday and I was far from excited and they knew it. I sat in an area that was not crowded and as soon they gave us the okay to get on the field, I was gone! I ran down the stairs quickly, I did not stop, I politely pushed my way through the crowds and searched for him frantically. I went up the rows and then back, but as I was going back, I saw him and had to step forward to make sure. They were all spread apart, so I ran as fast as I could down to the other end of the line. He saw me at a foot away and I nearly caused him to stumble, but his strong arms wrapped me up and I had my soldier again. I felt tears streaming down my face and I kissed him. He looked at me, smiling. I told him his parents were probably on their way through the crowd, along with my mother. He wanted to introduce me to his favorite Drill Sargent, which was a woman, but she had helped him a lot. He went up to her and she saw me and knew exactly who I was. "So you are the girl in the pictures I always see him looking at." I smiled and nodded. She held her hand out to me. "Well, I think he made a fine and beautiful choice in his future wife. Congratulation on the engagement and I want to tell you, he was one of my best." I was so proud of my fiancée and soon, we found his parents. His mother cried as she hugged, his father was very proud and his youngest brother was normal. My mother was very happy to see him and I was too.

We spent all day with him, went to the lake to fish, went to the Solomon Center to enjoy some activities they had set up for the Soldiers and then, he got down on his knee out at the park and Proposed for real, after taking my promise ring hours before. I had my fiancée and was very happy. The next day was graduation and I got to talk to him on the phone before hand. After Graduation, it took me some time to find him, but I was able to find him after a while and were able to go to the Zoo with the family and then to his parents hotel room and enjoy each others company. That night, we had to leave him on base, but I begged my mother to stay until Sunday, just in case we got to see him again. He was suppose to leave Saturday for his AIT, on the other side of Fort Jackson. After getting there, he was told that he was able to have two days of leave. He was very happy and called me, told me to come and get him, that he had until Monday afternoon to be with family. I went with my mother to get him from our friends house and brought him back.

He met our family friends and enjoyed his time at their house, eating home cooked meals and enjoying his time with me. He was far from happy and he was able to relax. He was in AIT from May to August 2010 and came home finally on August 20th and we were married on August 28 2010. We had a three day honeymoon and then he flew to Hawai'i to start working at his first duty station. He joined him Nov. 6 2010 and now, we are expecting a baby to be born Dec. 7 2011. Can't wait! That is my life story, so far and as I write, I thank GOD for all of my Blessings.

[lesbrewer]

An incredible testimony of your life Lindsey..... I can see how God has blessed you over the years and seen you through.
You are right, we must interact with the unsaved and to remember that we too were lost to Sin and the only way to help these folks is to share the Gospel (The Good News of Jesus). God hates Sin, not the Sinner. John 3:16 proves that..... For God so loved the world that he gave is one and only Son, that who so ever believes in him, shall not perish but have ever lasting life; that's wonderful news, that all we need to do is Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ and confess that we have sinned and simply start a fresh in Him......