A childhood

I am a Child of God. I am a Daughter of God. At many points in my life, I dare not believe in such things. I questioned how a God could allow certain things to happen to his Child whom he loved so much. It's taken me years to come to a realization that He truly does love me.

I was born into a family who loved the Lord. My Mother who was previously married to another man, we will call him Dee, and was unable to give her a child. She longed to have children. She left this man because she found a Religion her Sister told her about and He didn't feel it was right. In this other church, she met a man who was married to her sister. This man also asked my Mother to marry him and they did. His name was John and the Religion she joined was Polygamy. Mother was his 9th wife out of 12. Not long after they married, my mother gave birth to her first child at the age of 26, My Older brother. Three years later she was blessed with a daughter. Myself. She was since blessed with 1 more child from the same man and 2 more children from another man as well as and 1 Angel who was born without life.

I had a Happy childhood living in the Blue and white house in Kearns Utah. We had a Dog that I loved! (He peed on the carpet and I blamed it on my older brother because mom said she would take him to the Pound if he didn't stop.) The Pound, in my mind, was a terrible, horrible thing where they would "pound" the animals dead... so I felt it was my job to protect our dog. Memories of crawling on our floor, pulling a small black and white TV off a dresser almost on top of my head. My Brothers electric race car track. He would never allow me to play with because I couldn't make the car stay on the track. A mattress in our basement, leaning against the wall, I would drive cars up and down on with one of my Half brothers, Johnny. Running across the street in nothing but a t-shirt while I was potty training to play with Kenny on his woodpile. Needless to say. I have very vivid memories of my childhood till after age 3.

I loved it when my father came home. I would climb up on the arm of the couch and jump into his arms. He would place me on his massage table to rub my neck and back. Then lift me up high in the air and then hug and kiss me. I will forever hold those precious memories dear to my heart.

Within my 2nd year, my Father committed Adultery with someone not given to him as a wife and left all of his wives and children, giving each wife the option to come with him. All 12 of them refused. My mother was left alone with 3 young children to raise. It was the last time I would ever see my father.

One day, these people started to show up at our house. Talking with my mother and bringing kids to play with me. On my 3rd Birthday, the house was full of strangers, staring at me and making me feel very uncomfortable. They all sang Happy Birthday to me and waited for me to blow out the candles on my huge, orange, Barbie cake. I refused to come out from behind my mother's legs.

Not long after that, I remember my mother packing our belongings into boxes and moving into a house not far from the one we lived in. She had remarried into another family where she was the 3rd wife. We all stayed in one room in the basement. This is where my memory of my childhood is vague and mumbled and for good reason! To this day I am still working through childhood issues.

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Update 11-5-12
I wish to add to this now that I have become New in Christ and found my Savior. I will clear it up that I was not a child of God. I was a Creation of God. He adopted me into the Family and Body of Christ after I accepted the one true and only Jesus Christ. Not a False Christ.
 If you read John 1 you will see that "To all who believed Him (Jesus) to all who believed on His name, he gave the RIGHT to be called the children of God." Follow that up with John 8:44 where Jesus clearly states a separation between those who follow Him and those who dont. The ones who dont are called the Devils children! We ARE created in Gods image. He DOES love us all. Enough to die for us! But unless we choose to be adopted into Gods family... we aren't in it!!