Somewhere in the midst of the fog, I let go of His hand...

These past couple of years have been sort of cloudy for me. My cousin is doing geneology research and the more that I am discovering about my family's history, the more I am discovering about myself. Some things are good, others...not so much. I'm particularly interested in my father's side of the family because all that I have heard is bad, evil stuff. There has got be one person who was nice. Well, there was one and fortunately, I had the opportunity to meet him face to face before he died. Everyone seems to have had a deep hatred for black people. My one remaining aunt has a photo album with old pictures of the family and she won't give it to me. My stepmom is trying to convince her to will it to me after she passes away because if her daughter gets it, she will destroy it before she lets me have it. I have an older half sister that I have never met. According to my dad, she was told that our father had died when she was a child because they didn't want her to know that he married a black woman. How stupid is that?

Anyway, the purpose of this blog subject was to say that God provided the internet for me again and now I can do the research that I need from home. I need to start writing things down so that is the main reason for the blog. I need to get my thoughts down on paper. I promise I will leave out the scary stuff. I've held it inside for way too long and I'm tired of taking medicine to help me function. God is the Great Physician, not the pharmacy. Did I find Jesus? Not exactly. I knew where He was. I just let go of His hand........
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