This story is a very special one to me, and I felt that it was so important to share. It is a very complex story filled with losses throughout Kelly’s life. In order for readers to really absorb every detail, I have decided to break up Kelly’s life story into sections, which will eventually lead up to her present life. Trust me, there IS a happy ending here, but it comes with much loss and heartache. I began sharing her story in Part 1, so if you missed the previous parts of the story, I recommend you go and read them before starting this one. I hope that you will follow through the 7 days so that you can see how her story unfolds and where she is now. Here we go with Part 4 of 7…
Author: Kelly Lynn
When I was 19, I decided to pack up and take everything I owned (which wasn’t much) and moved to Florida. I had always wanted to live in Florida because that is where my Mom grew up. So I felt my heart just tugging me to go there. I packed up and drove to Florida from Colorado and stopped at the first city I came to that I felt was for me. I ended up living in Destin, Florida for 10 years, and it was a very CRAZY time in my life.
I really got introduced to God in many different aspects than before. I attended a few Pentecostal churches that to be honest, scared the daylights out of me. It was too much for me to take in, and I didn’t understand any of the messages, the way people were speaking in tongues (I mean at first, I had no idea what they were even doing and what that meant), the people shouting and falling out in the aisles, and just E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. I was terrified, and I ran far from that. And again, I would question God – it brought back my thoughts of all my loss, wondering how and why God would allow all this heartbreak to happen in my life and in my family’s life. Why would He take a Mother from her children at such a young age? How could He let that drunk driver get off without spending time in prison? How could He let him walk the streets after taking the life of such a beautiful woman and person? My bitterness towards God grew and grew. I started getting involved in things I shouldn’t have, hanging around those I shouldn’t, drifting further and further from God and the path that He wanted me on.
It wasn’t until I was about 25, that I truly decided enough is enough. I started going to another church where the pastor spoke in ways that I understood, and he made sense to me. He showed me that God did NOT take my Mom away from me. He explained that there is God and then there is the Devil. There is good and evil, and God is love. It was then that I turned to God and gave Him my life. I accepted that Jesus was sent here for us, all of us, no matter who we are and where we come from. I gave my life over to Jesus and was baptized shortly after. I was still struggling with plenty of sin (and I believe we all struggle with it daily), but I was going to church weekend after weekend trying to make things right.
In 2008, I started dating a man who was a pastor’s son, but he was secretly an alcoholic. I found out that I was pregnant, and, in the Summer of 2008, we were expecting a baby girl. One night we got into an argument over strollers, and he was drinking and said he was going to leave me and never come back. He said that he didn’t care about our baby and wanted me and her both gone. He then pushed me down a flight of stairs at our condo, and he left me lying there unconscious. I never saw him again. The next thing I knew, I woke up in the hospital only to be told I had suffered minor injuries, but I had lost my baby girl.
Loss #4 was the miscarriage of my first pregnancy due to violence. And again, I was angry that my faith in God led me to more heartache and loss.
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