1940 was a
tumultuous time, a time of war. Our Mother, a
young teen
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caught up in those times of uncertainty, found
herself with a toddler
named Jenny and another child on the way.
There was a scarcity of food and provisions
everywhere, but Winter
in Central Pa. was particularly cold and our
Mother was not happy
with the news of her pregnancy. Upon my birth,
my Dad and Mother
separated.. With me being cared for by my
Paternal relatives and my
Sister stayed with our Mom.
My Dad was called to serve his country in World
War II and I was
not re-acquainted with him until I was four
years old and I was also
given a Step-Mother that Spring. I was so very
happy to have a
Mommy and a Daddy. I adored my new Mommy and she
taught me
many things as I grew up.
I learned the value of hard work and to be
thankful for anything that
one was given. As the years rolled along, my
Step-Mom began to
distance herself from me somewhat and I being a
teen-ager by then
had come to realize I had a Mother and a Sister
somewhere.
I began to wonder, did I look like them, were
our mannerisms similar,
does my Birth Mom love me, what is my Sister
like? All questions
with no answers.
After marriage, two children, and coming to know
Jesus Christ
as my personal Savior, and sadly my Step-Mom's
pulling completely
away from me for reasons known only to God, I
decided to try to
locate my birth Mom and Sister. I prayed to God
to let me find
them and tell them of my love and God's.
Many years passed and on November 12, 1988. I
located them. It
was a time of great happiness to me as I became
nearly inseparable
with my Sister. That year was one of the most
wonderful
Thanksgiving times I ever had. I saw God answer
my prayer for a
Sister that as a little girl, I had dreamed of
having. Jenny and I
wrote l-o-n-g letters and had phone calls
frequently to try catching
up with each others lives.
My family and I traveled to meet my Birth Mom
and Sister. What
a fabulous meeting. My Daughters favored my
Sisters children in
various ways, I saw the familiar sight of my
Mothers face for I had
seen it in a mirror as I grew up. I was a
look-alike of her. I felt
my Mothers arms circle me for the first time and
a tender kiss
placed on my face. I heard the words, I love you
Honey ... words I
had yearned to hear for years.
I heard the words of I am sorry, I was wrong and
I gladly forgave
what I took as not being loved by her. In Christ
Jesus, forgiveness
is always a blessing and holding a grudge
against anyone
benefits no one.
My Sister is an extension of me, we walk alike,
laugh heartily, love
the same color of bright candy apple red, and
best of all I was given
the honor of leading my Sister to Jesus for
Salvation several years
after I met her.
Our Mother also came to know Jesus as Lord
shortly before her
death. Now, she is home with Him and at this
most wonderful time of
year, I am indeed thankful for that special
Thanksgiving gift of
finding my family and knowing I am loved and
seeing God answer
my prayer. Praise and Thanks be to God for all
blessings given.
Ann Marie Fisher
© November 10, 2007