Finding God

by Rowlen Delaware Vanderstone III

Overview

I have learned by the wisdom of Solomon in Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 there is a time for everything. “For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven: 2, a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 3, a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4, a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5, a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6, a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 7, a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8, a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.”
I have been through many seasons in my life. I was born premature. I wept for understanding of my disabilities. I hated them, I kept silent for many years my inner pain. I sought peace with God and did not always embrace his love. I have learned to cast away my hate toward all those bullies in my life. I have learned to speak out and share my scar’s. I have healed a broken heart emotionally, and physically. I have faced death more times than I would wish on anyone. I have laughed and I have felt sorrow. I have been judged, and I have judged others and myself more severely, then others have judged me. I have sought to take my own life, and I have built up that life. I have faulted loves ones and I have lost those loved one. I have felt that loss more deeply for not understanding their sacrifice for raising a difficult child. An infant they could have given up at birth. Instead, they faced the challenge and refused to give up on me, even when I gave up on myself. When I went searching for God, I may have felt he was never there for me when my prayers were unanswered as a young child seeking death. I was wrong, God and his Son Jesus Christ was always there even if I didn’t see them or felt them sitting on my shoulders. To that elder who doubted my faith, that my light wasn’t bright enough. He failed to see who was sitting on my shoulders. I didn’t have to find God he was there all along. This story is about 70 years in the making, looking for God.

Product Details

BN ID:	2940165000850
Publisher:	Rowlen Delaware Vanderstone III
Publication date:	08/20/2021
Sold by:	Smashwords
Format:	eBook
File size:	172 KB

About the Author

I am a Award winning Poet, Writer, Artist, Sculptor, Pop Sociologist, an Inductee into the National Deans List, a member of the Phi Theta Kappa Honor Society. I have been active in Community Service: Past Board Member of the Vine Neighborhood Association (3 terms), Membership Chair, Fund Raising Committee, Board secretary and interim Board Treasurer. Past member of the Recipient Rights Committee, County Mental Health Board. KVCC Public Museum Volunteer for 20 years. Involved in Community Theater for 50 years off and on most recent with the Kalamazoo Civic Theater since 1985. I have been apart of a Disaster Relief team for Hurricane Andrew in Florida helping feed 5000 people a day. I have be a home missionary worker with a local church administrating a shelter program for the homeless, Minister of the food Ministry, cook, and procurement of emergency food pantry items 1991-1992, I am a graduate of Kalamazoo Valley Community College 1998, Studies at Western Michigan University, Studies at Lansing Community College 1975, Graduate of Davenport College of Business 1974. Graduated Portland High School at age 21 in 1970. I was born in 1951 premature Twin with developmental issues, Learnings disabilities, and hearing impaired.