Rejection

About five years ago on a Saturday evening I was helping my mom wash the dishes. Like normal we started talking and soon she started crying and she told me that my dad didn't want to go to church with us anymore. The news slammed into my gut and it left a stinging sensation.But in a way I knew it was coming. My parents had had problems for as long as I can remember. I would often hear them yelling at each other in the basement. But still the news hurt. I honestly do not remember the rest of the evening. All I remember is the next morning. That morning is the morning my life changed forever. 

I woke up to my brother coming in the room and telling me to wake up because Dad left. All I replied was " Who cares!" All I wanted to do is lay in bed and not get out. I finally got out of bed and went downstairs. When I got downstairs I saw my mom and my four little brothers all sitting on the couch crying. And that is what we did the rest of the day. We held each other and cried and people came over and cried with us too. This is only the beginning of my story of rejection and hurt. But as of now this is all that I'll write. I do want to share the rest of my story throughout the rest of the year. Hopefully I will be able to speak words of encouragement to all of you:)