Write page three of your autobiography.
Daily Prompt: The Early Years
I love participating in these prompts. I actually have started writing my autobiography, so what follows truly is page three of it, and since you only asked for page three, that’s all that I’ll include in this prompt. I’ll probably share more of it some other time…
He passed in front of Moses and said, “I am the LORD, I am the LORD, the merciful and gracious God. I am slow to anger and rich in unfailing love and faithfulness. I show this unfailing love to many thousands by forgiving every kind of sin and rebellion. Even so I do not leave sin unpunished, but I punish the children for the sins of their parents to the third and fourth generations” (Exodus 34:6-7 NLT).
When I began to make a written record of my life, I said I would start at the beginning, because that’s what made sense to me, so I started with my birth. However, before I can continue to move forward with my story, I feel pressed to go back even further than my beginning… Before I can share my life with you, I need to share what I know of my mother’s, my father’s and my stepfather’s lives before I was born. You might say that I need to tell you my pre-history in order for you to understand my history and my present life.
The Lord even gave me a beautiful illustration to explain why it is necessary to go back and share their story. You see, we are all like the silken threads in a beautiful finely woven Persian Silk Tapestry, and God is the Master Weaver who weaves the fabric of our lives into a beautifully ornate design. Just as each individual silken thread is absolutely necessary to create each exquisite detail in the fabric, so is each person involved in the story of someone’s life.
Therefore, it is necessary for me to share the details of each person who has touched my life, insomuch as I am able to do so. It is also important for each person who chooses to read this story of my life to understand that you too, as you read this story or any of my blog posts, are an essential silken thread that is being woven into an intricate design created by the Master, just as I too, am but a thread being woven into this precious work of art as I write my autobiography and my blog posts, and as I read your blog posts. Though we may all come from different parts of the world, each one of us is a precious and essential part of the Master’s design.
Since I know very little about my grandparents’ history, and nothing about the generations prior to them, I’ll begin by sharing my mother’s history with you. My mother was born prematurely on December 15, 1938, in her parents’ bedroom, which was in back of the small Mom & Pop grocery store my grandfather owned.
Cheryl A. Showers