Keep the Faith

I can say I've never lost faith.  But it seems to me that all my life, since my baptism in 74 (age 11, probably too young) I came home from every DC just brimming with joy.  I want to stay that way.  I remember one year at the DC when I was about 15 thinking as we were clapping after singing "We Thank You Jehovah" that I did not understand myself, why I cared every school year by the time spring rolled around what the other girls at school thought of my clothes and grade and life.  But by every April I was yearning to be pretty and popular and one of them.  It didn't help that I grew up in a town of 7,000 people and only 30 members in the congregation, and very few young ones.  I'm not complaining - the summer I turned 12 I pioneered with a 52 year old sister and had a wonderful time.  You simply cannot buy that kind of attention and mentoring in the world, and I got it free.  That sister's name was Margaret Pritts.  Her son Eddie was at Bethel and her other son was married.  I think their names were Chuck and Susie, not sure.  Anyway, this blog is my date everyday to remind myself of what really matters.  I have two daughters and a job and some things are out of my reach.  But joy is not one of those things.  I thank You, Jehovah.