As a child, I felt left out, alone, and often neglected, not on purpose. I’m sure life for my parents was not easy for a lot of reasons, but I struggled as a child with low self-esteem and other issues. One day, when I was angry with my mother, I began writing on the walls in my room. I hate my mama, I hate my mama, over and over. Suddenly, I heard God speak to me in a small voice. “I am your father.” I remember looking to see who was talking. There was no one, and I knew it was God. The voice changed my life. I had a deep sense of belonging. Of being loved. I heard His voice many times even until this day, I know His voice and hear Him speaking to me.
Betty Brown