About the time when youth beckoned me to run and dance, it was difficult at times because of my young parents selfishness. Mom had epilepsy and I was adopted out to God-fearing true Believers. 2
One couple I stayed with (when I was eight) was Edith and Marvin; a loving couple of middle age. They both ran a Mission on Skid Row, near the slums of Los Angeles, California. And never shall I forget the little room, next to the walled window, so filled with peace and love. Often, at night, I’d hear them pray; and once I quietly crept near their door to see what I could see. Their door was ajar, of course, because their whole life was one open book before God and king. Also, I recall some older photos beautifully displayed of their two sons; although they treated me as if I was their only child.3
Edith made me a place to play in the garage, with lots of plates and jar lids and things to make mud pies. And at night I’d just listen to the wind-up clock resting next to my bed; in fact, I noticed that everything about this home was so peacefully at rest. I’d never thought there could be such a world of quiet bliss. This was heaven, this was a garden oasis, this was the beginning of a spark which ignites me still “to have a mate (or love) by God’s design and purpose.” Although I’ve made many mistakes in the venturing of such.4
At the mission in LA, once I recall asking God to give me something for those poor men who seemed to have nothing. Father gave me an old song called: “Have Faith, Hope, and Charity.” There must have been what seemed, to me, like fifty men. But I sang on stage before them, as if I was only singing for my Lord and King.5
Sometimes, now, looking back over my life I think God gave me to my folks to help guide them; perhaps because they were too young and immature, or just too distracted. I was only three years old when God’s sweet Spirit first put His comforting presence around me, at five I accepted Christ into my heart, at twelve I was filled (or baptised) with the Holy Ghost, at sixteen I preached before two hundred people (not of my parent’s church), and at nineteen my dad hurt me so terribly I ended up marrying a gangster. 6
It was foretold that I'd travel around the world, when I was only fourteen; and, indeed, I have done this. However, religion is oft’ mixed with controlling aspects not best for Love. Later on, I faced this despite my disappointments with my dad and family. Even though, for many years I turned away from God; not seeing that my rebellion against my folks was also rebellion against God.7
Then I found out that, “only to the degree that we know ourselves can we know another.” Our heart is too deceitful, without God’s MIRROR to view; and even then, only by grace and enough love are we able to take a peek, into such a wondrous Mirror. Father had me to start reading the Bible at twelve, but I could hardly read at all. Yet within a year (because of obedience) I was ahead of my class in reading. 8
With so many battles, and at times all Hell attempting to break down my walls, how could I have known that it was because I’m a child of the royal line of Messiah, the Christ. Many years ago, I started to do my genealogy and am now quite surprised to find that many of the Biblical characters (like Queen Esther, who saved the Jews), are indeed in my direct line and ancestors.9
Dear Laura, jewels and gems of the Lord Almighty are 'so rare to find.' You are such-a-jewel, and I wholeheartedly appreciate your friendship.10
Your AP mum, in Christ,11
~Milly
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