A little introduction

What are we but mere men and women?
We are God's creation.

We are not hateful foul things from the beginning, but rather are quite adept to turning ourselves to such.
We are still God's creation.

We are not artists of our surroundings, but rather are capable of seeing the art with which God has surrounded us.
We are ALL God's creations.

We are not lost journiers on life's great voyage, we have not only a map, but a guide who's already taken every step before us.
We are still God's creation.

We see evil men and call them evil. We should witness to them and shine God's love upon them.
We are ALL God's creation.

We blow time, energy, health and much much more in search of happiness, and yet God did not create us for misery.
We are still God's creation.

We search endlessly for the meaning of life when we know that it's well defined already.
We are still God's creation.

We praise our heroes of the football field, the baseball diamond, the race track and in all manner of such, while we hold praise from the only one who could give us our very lives to experience such.
We are still God's creation.

We search for emptiness of things we wish not to feel or know in bottles, pipes, straws, syringes, pills and other forms of mind altering drugs, when all we need do is hand our worries to God and consider them no more.
We are still God's creation.

We look to "programs" to beat addictions that we have come to call "disease" in order to remove some of the blame from our selves. We go through steps, even forgiving ourselves in hopes that these lies will help us to not abuse. Yet we know full well that God can cure not only cancer, but even death it's self.
Drunks are not destine to always be drunks, drug addicts are not always destine to be addicts, yet those who refuse to believe in God's power are certainly likely to remain as such.
WE are still God's creation.

Sometimes the fact that I'm a poor house keeper comes to burden me. I may slip on something on the floor that I should have picked up some time before and did not. It is no fault of God's when I injure myself in such a blunder, but it is the grace of God that it's not worse than it is.

I have little money and live paycheck to paycheck. I have many wants and often give in to them in some way or another only to find that now that I have that truck I wanted so bad, I have no time or money to fix it or get insurance and registration.

At this particular point in time we are heating a large old house with space heaters because we can not afford to replace the leaking gas lines and even if we did, we can not afford the high price of natural gas, and yet we are happy and we are home. Somehow we end up staying warm. I wonder if anyone can guess who's blessed us with that. Quite simply, God has and Glory be his
for he is Glory, Praise be his for he is above all praise worthy. Thanks be his in the like for he is always giving.

I've heard it said that perhaps one human could find enough goodness in his heart to give his life (with NO call for praise or memorial) to save the masses.
I have NOT heard of the man who loves his child as I do mine and could send that child to die for the masses.
The point is meaningless either way, for God the Father did send his Son, Jesus Christ to pay the debt of all of our sins, yours and mine alike. No one of us is good enough to pay such debt for the
masses in any fashion. Jesus was up to the task and he did die for each and every one of us that has been, is or will be.

We ARE God's creation and He is still the perfect sculptor. He can take the worst of me or of any of you and not only remove the bad, but replace it with his perfect hands. He can make of us more than we could ever hope to be. He can make of us that which we are intended to be. He can make our lives worth while. He can make our days meaningful and warm.

My name is Frank. My nickname is Freaky One as I am a bit of a freak :)
I was born in a semi small town in Alabama in 1971 with the help of a good man and great Doctor. I was a "dry birth" and things did not go so well. I spent some large amount of time in an oxygen tent though I don't recall the actual amount of time as told me by my parents. My childhood began in Pine Hills, Fort Payne, Alabama.
We lived in a nice house, though it was never quite finished, it was still a very nice house.

Though I've never actually come to understand the frailties that were supposed to be mine, I was heavily restricted that I not get hurt. I have two older brothers. The oldest brother was no protector and preferred to hide within his belongings than to help his little brother. The middle brother was something of a torturer and it took me some time to finally say to myself that enough was enough and stop allowing such torture.

For years I was an easy target for my older brother and most anyone in school with a new fighting badge to pick up. I would stand and take the punches, kicks and whatever was thrown at me, for I did not want the punishment that came later at home from fighting. Never the less I would always be beaten and otherwise punished for fighting. I would get in even worse trouble when they'd ask what started the fight and I'd tell them that I did not know. I truly did not know.
Then I finally figured it out. What was starting the fights was the fact that anyone could come throw punches at me and look like a great fighter for not getting a single bruise on himself. Enough was enough, if I could stand like a stone and take a beating over and over again, I could surely dish one out.
From that point on, I would not get in trouble for fighting when I didn't even fight. I would instead leave a reminder on the poor soul who thought they could bash me without consequence, for he would leave in far worse shape than I. I never got into trouble for fighting again after that. Truth be told, I never had to fight. (this is all going somewhere, please stay with me)

I made a solid decision about that time that no longer would I put up with things that I didn't have to and no longer would I be stepped on so someone else could climb up some miserable fake ladder of status. I have been true to that to this very day...... except when I wasn't.

As the song goes, needing love, I looked in all the wrong faces and therefore couldn't find what I was looking for. I was not the guy who was out to bed down a girl and call it a conquest. I was definitely out to bed down the girl, but each one was to be the one. Shame holds me from making that disgusting count. I wanted love and I wanted sex. I wanted sex with someone I loved and needed to be loved in return. In high school I was engaged no less than 3 times and
we'll not discuss how many in total, because they genuinely don't matter.

Out of school I did a stint in the military and another in Walt Disney World. I did fall head over heals for a beautiful lady at Disney. We'll call her RLP.
I learned much from this short relationship and grew much from it. RLP and I slept in the same bed on a few occasions, but never had sex. Being near her and knowing she was there, even feeling her warmth had become much more important than sex. Of course I messed that one up.

You see, somehow I needed to please everyone. One of RLP's cousins was into some occultish beliefs that were no more real than their believer's make them.
Going to the mall with her one day I felt like the ugliest thing to ever walk the earth as RLP had dressed up and done herself up to reveal more beauty than an ugly man such as myself should be seen with and I knew that before the day was out, she'd see this. Needless to say I was not the best of company.
Going along with her cousin about blessings of swords to kill vampires or something of the like she certainly saw the ugliness in me, though the ugly she saw was the fake in me which I think she took for real.
Later back at my apartment she confronted me about the occult and asked if I really believed all that. I lied and told her that I did and sealed my doom with a freakish display including cards and a knife. She left me that same night and I've yet to come to terms with the stupid things I had done when she meant so much to me. I doubt there is anything I wouldn't have done for her and perhaps that is where God's blessing lies in this part of the story.
I had to become my own man. I still hold love for RLP and I pray her life brings her joy in God's grace.
I fell into deep depression and was eventually fired from Disney.
I was forced to move back home in disgrace as I had failed at what must have been the simplest test I had come up against at that time. Still, I met some wonderful people during that time and learned much about myself, even setting some ground work to becoming the real me, though I didn't know it at the time.

Back home in Leesburg, Alabama (where we'd moved to my Grandfather's camp ground several years before), I was a failure and had given up on being anything better. All this and I had been saved by God's pure grace many years before, so all blame was squarely on my shoulders.

I moved now and again to new housing arrangements that never lasted long as I always messed things up for myself. I even moved into a nice rental house while working at McDonald's and messed that up by trying to be whatever it was that would make the girl I was living with happy. We never had a relationship, but I wanted one. If she wanted to have a dog and let it mess all over the house, jeopardising my living arrangements, then great, go get a dog. If she wanted to break into a barn and then the tack room and steal someone else's belongings, then great, let's go be thieves.
Yes, I did. I was later convicted of B and E as well as theft of property, but was granted youthful offender status even though I was 21 and had but days left at that age.
There is a story here that leads to my becoming a better man.

You see, I was all nerves waiting for my day in court. My court appointed lawyer was all well and good as I suspected all were. It was all I could do not to pass out. I was sitting in my Lawyer's office waiting for them to tell us that it was time for us to come when my Lawyer told me to take a quick walk (or perhaps I suggested it, I'm not certain on that point as the one to come took precedence). I walked a few blocks along the sidewalks in the neighborhood of
the courthouse and had come to a corner where I'd decided I'd better turn back before I got so far away that I'm miss the call to court and be in worse trouble.

There on that very corner stood a very tall older black gentleman in dated and slightly warn clothing. He said to me "God knows your heart and he wants to help you if you'll let him". I thanked the man and turned to walk back to the Lawyer's office, but after a step or two I turned to say thank you.
There was no black man, there was also no place for any man of any size to hide, even if he could have silently ran at better than the speed of most cars.
This was no ordinary man who had spoke to me, this was God's doing and there was NO questioning it. My mind was made up. I would stand before the judge and tell what I did. I would not gloss it over or anything of the like. When I got back to the Lawyer's office, it was time to see the judge.
I did what I had decided to do and admitted my guilt in acceptance of it's consequences. I can not know what was in the judges mind or heart, but I was given youthful offender status with probation and restitution. I handled my probation as a priority and got it over with. I handled my restitution in payments as much as I could to get it done with some speed. Some commended me for being so willing to pay for my misdeeds, when in fact, all I did was make a small deposit on the damage I had done. Yet the man whom I had wronged was good with this as he was certainly a better man than I was at that point.

Aside of my B and E, I also have a DUI and later a driving on suspended (from the DUI), attempting to elude, endangering officers and civilians and though it's not a crime for which I was charged I totaled a friend's car. Again, I lost a job.

That day on the corner, on the sidewalk with the tall black man has never left me and now I strive to be a better man and even better Christian. I believe the latter will actually take care of the first.

I'm going to skip many years here, many drugs, even being raped by a gay man as they're not important.

I still have trouble forgiving my family and coming to terms with my childhood as I've still never been told why. I know my Father cheated on my mother. I was there and yet they assume I don't know. I know my Mother cheated on my Father though I was not there, but I know just the same. I guess they think I was too young to remember being molested by my Father's Father, and the list goes on.... This is a fault, MY fault. I should be able to forgive without question as my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ did me. If you actually read this, I ask that you'd pray for me on this point as well as being a better Christian all around.

I've been in multiple wrecks that should have not only maimed, but killed me. I should have been ripped apart many times over. I DO NOT believe in luck, so I know with certainty that God had been watching over me and taking care of me far beyond what I deserve. There is a purpose for my life and that is God's purpose for me. As such, I am his.

He molds me and remakes me. I mess up and he fixes me. I fall and he lifts and cleans me. I fall short and he gives me another task. I am blessed.

I met my Bride in Church. Oddly enough I had been heavy hearted in the bar at the strip club where I was playing pool and approached my best friend who invited me to her church to see if I could find some answers for my life. I arrived that Sunday Morning and she did not, but her family took me in as though they knew me.
After church, they took me to Jacks for some lunch and good conversation. I seemed to spend the whole time talking to a wonderful Lady by the name of Kay who is my best friend's sister. Only the night before had I prayed to God that his will be done in my life, that if I was to have a Bride to live with and love throughout my days that he put us together and that if not, then that he would give me the strength to be alone.
What seemed like minutes must have been hours and I was genuinely impressed with Kay. She was a wonderful woman.
Later we went on three dates and by this time I was in love. A few months later we were married and I had a wonderful Bride and Daughter! God gave me a family to love and to live out my days with, even though I deserved a fate worse than death for my past
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That's been a few years ago and I still love my Bride with every ounce of my being. I still am amazed at the joys of being a Father.
There is nothing more important than God and Family. If I can pass this on to you, then perhaps you can know the joys I know. I pray for nothing less for any and all who read this, hear of it or don't even know of it's existence. True happiness comes from God, it is multiplied by sharing it with others.
Now is your chance.

We are all God's creations and I can assure you that he's NEVER made a mistake, those are up to us to do when it's easier to just do the right thing and follow God.

If there's a bad spot in you, go to the sculptor and have it removed and remade. Let him re-sculpt you into what you should be.If God can cure cancer and even death, he can do for you what needs done.
We are ALL God's creations!
Frank