Hello everyone. I hope everyone is having a wonderful time prepping for the upcoming holiday season. It crept up on me. I can’t believe it’s already the middle of September. For me, this year has been one of many challenges. That makes me most thankful for God’s ever abounding grace.

This past December (2018) I finally finished writing my book, A Father Takes All – Four Generations of Growing up in Single Mother Homes – Grace Abounds. It’s a story of growing up fatherless. It’s not just my story. It’s the story of four generations of daughters growing up fatherless.  A few years ago, my siblings and I were doing some ancestry research. We were trying to find information on my mother, who had been abandoned at birth by her mother. It was difficult to find any information on her birth as it was never registered with the county. The only information we had was on her baptism, that was not until 1927, when she was six years old.

In the early part of the 20th century, it was common for mother’s to give birth at home, and the family would register the birth with the county at a later date. However, that did not happen for my mother. And more than likely it was because she had been abandoned at birth. We also discovered that there was no verification of birth details.  

Well, my mother was baptized in a Catholic church down in south Texas. I am not a Catholic, but from what I know about baptisms, the parents had to be present along with the god parents. So, that meant her mother had to be present when she was baptized. However, the children of the woman listed as mother deny that she was my mother’s mother. I assumed her father was present – to sign the Certificate of Baptism. I went to speak to the local Catholic church and the secretary, an older woman, noted that at that time, the church did not verify identity of the parents, or the children, so there was no way to prove, or disprove that the parents noted were my grandparents. Well, my mother’s father died about four months later. She was raised by her older half-sister. My mother’s story is a bit sorted. The truth is hard to pin down as everyone involved is already dead and the descendants are already in their 70’s and 80’s, and legal records are few. The Census data is also unreliable for the same reason. People lied to the census workers. 

So as we searched for answers about my mother’s past, I was on a spiritual journey searching for answers for my present. It was a long journey. The Lord was gracious and merciful to me and my family. Along the way, the Lord revealed a strange thing about my lineage. It was shocking. It was shameful. The Lord revealed that my heritage was raising children in fatherless homes. Four generations of children had been raised in homes with no father. Shocking! Well, that’s what my book, A Father Takes All – is about. I was hoping to get it wrapped up by Dec 1, but it took until February to get it all nice and neat. 

The questions that beg for answers are what makes a good father and who trains men to be fathers? Certainly we have a nation of absent fathers. We know that children are growing up in fatherless homes. I call it fathers-missing in action (F-MIA) – or fathers – prisoners of wantonness (F-POW). As the year comes to close, the next three months, I will share a bit about what I learned in writing my book and the generational trends that can occur when fathers walkaway. Meanwhile, the link below is an article by Dr. James Dobson “Murder and Mayhem what’s going on out there.” It’s his take on men and mass shootings. Take a read. 

Dr James Dobson September Newsletter

Be Blessed.

 

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I’m Irma

Welcome to my little corner of the blog world. Here, I share my thoughts on Christianity, the things of God, and the ways He has shaped and guided my path through life. My journey with the Lord has been long and transformative, marked by moments of peace and joy and periods of uncertainty. I write, first and foremost, for myself—to process what the Lord so graciously reveals to me in Scripture. Sharing some of these truths has become a mission of sorts, via blogging. His word urges us to bear witness and encourage one another.

As I reflect on my own transformation, I can say that the church itself has transformed over the years and not necessarily for the good. I speak about my own experiences with the church. One lesson the Lord impressed upon me this year is that “truth is not always truth.” What do I mean by that? There have been times when I’ve shared a biblical insight, only to realize that other faithful believers interpret the same passage differently. In that instance, I find that the Lord reveals according to our understanding. When I share the need for a Damascus experience understandings diverged sharply. Believers that have been raised in the church do not feel that such an extreme experience is necessary for spiritual maturity. Our faith is truly shaped by our backgrounds. Spiritual journeys are not for everyone. This taught me that early socialization deeply colors our grasp of faith; what’s true for me may not resonate in the same way for someone else.

Similarly, lately I considered how “ignorance of Scripture was its own blessing,” I remembered my early walk with Christ. I had a blind faith. I knew little of doctrine or debate. I trusted the pastor. In those days, my faith and trust in the church and church leaders was simple—I accepted what was taught from the pulpit without questioning. I did not have the knowledge needed to question any teaching. There was a peace in not knowing all the controversies or complexities. As I grew and studied the scriptures, and did some additional research, as the Lord gave understanding, I found myself questioning everything I had been taught. I did not question my faith, or the existence of God. That ignorance, while limiting, protected me from confusion and doubt, allowing me to rest in childlike faith.

The church itself has seen many changes over the decades. Self-proclaimed prophets have introduced new doctrines, some bordering on heresy, while believers wrestle with their flesh and what it means to follow Christ in a society with so many freedoms. I remember a time, more than thirty years ago, when I trusted every word spoken in church. Now, I understand how easy it is to accept teachings that stray from biblical truth. The Scriptures warned us this would happen in the last days.

2 Timothy 4:2-4 (NKJV) “Preach the word! Be ready in season and out of season. Convince, rebuke, exhort, with all longsuffering and teaching. For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine, but according to their own desires, because they have itching ears, they will heap up for themselves teachers; and they will turn their ears away from the truth, and be turned aside to fables.”

Current events—like the 2024 Election—have exposed deep flaws in American Christianity. Yet, through it all, Scripture assures me that God is sovereign. No wall built by human hands can withstand His judgment; no scheme crafted in darkness escapes His light. These lessons have become more real to me as I look back over my journals, filled with stories of God’s faithfulness during trials, tribulations and abundant grace. By sharing I hope those the Lord leads here will desire to seek God wholeheartedly, to find comfort knowing that He is always at work in our lives—often in ways we never considered.

Check out my books on Amazon for the Kindle App or in print.

Check out my latest title: Where are my Sheep? Available in Print & Kindle

The Diary of A Christian Woman

A Father Takes All: Four Generations of Growing up in Single Mother Homes – Grace Abounds

I Will Not Be Afraid: Living in the last Hour – Reflections of a Christian Woman

The Journey Endured: The Path to Meet God

Praise the God of the heavens!