Planned for a Purpose

Hello Friends!

Taking a look at life events in hindsight has show me the silver lining and strengthened my belief that everything has happened for a reason. As this page unfolds I will be going back to the intentions of this blog, to speak about the hard topics that others may be too cautious or not encouraged to speak about. With the amount of situations that have shaped me into who I am today, I think that sharing some of them will help others understand why I am the way I am.

April 15, 1993 was when this adventure began. Apparently, I was so anxious to come out that I was 3 months early! This alone has inspired me to continue going through life as the little fighter that has been in me since birth! I came from a family of 13 siblings, however with life’s unexpected complications it declined to a family of 6. Acknowledging those initial tragedies, my chances of being alive and healthy young adult, gives me the motivation to live a life of purpose.

Fast forwarding a couple years to when I am able to remember my life events, I will now recall some of those memories. They happened before I entered my orphanage at the age of eight. I have always wondered why I am able to remember these events but I often can’t remember where I leave my car keys! Therefore, starting this blog has been such a fulfilling experience! I am so grateful that all those memories I’ve been holding inside was planned for a reason. There will be plenty of time to share all of the events I have encountered as we go on this journey, but here are a few that clearly shows me that there is someone greater than I watching over us.

There were three occasions where I remember I could have been kidnapped.

I remember my dad asking me to go buy a pack of cigarettes for him. So there I went walking to the store by myself to get the cigarettes he wanted. As I walked back, there was a man on his motorcycle by the bridge that is right next to my shack house. I see him stop, get a little stuffed animal out of his bag and telling me to come to him. He kept gesturing to come over, but something in me clicked and told me to run home!

There was another event, one day when I was babysitting kids and I had to go get my belongings from my dad’s parents house which is quite a walk. On our way back, I noticed that  there was a maroon colored car following us. We kept walking, trying not make it obvious that we saw him. He then stops his car, opens the car door and pulls down his pants! I screamed to the kids, RUNNN! RUNNN!

The third time was when I was walking back home one day, and our new neighbor was outside the door offering me money to go inside his house. As tempting as that money was, for the amount of food it could have gotten for my family, red flags went through my mind and I quickly went inside the house, to my mom.

These ever present dangers that showed up at unexpected times gives me every reason to believe that I wouldn’t be here today, if it wasn’t for a loving God.

Where have you felt a sense of protection?

Much Love,

 Carla