01/21/2013: Tara Elliott
God truly works in amazing ways. It’s hard for me to look back at my childhood because it seems like a different life, and in many ways it was. My mom was never really in the picture. She was a horrible drunk, consumed in her addiction, and would pop up every now and again with different children, my siblings. I have about seven. My dad was also into some bad stuff. He was looking at his third possession charge and a potential 15 to life sentence in prison; he was always there for me though. I remember riding in the back of his jeep, looking up at the stars, and thinking about what house we were going to, who these people were, what we were doing there, why did we go to so many different places, and why don‘t I have a mom. I was scared and hurt, but when I looked up at the sky, I felt safe. I felt like there was someone, something, looking over me. I had no clue why I felt this way, and a lot of cold nights I would look up and just cry. I used to be terrified of losing my dad. He definitely wasn't the best role model, but he was all I had at the moment. He always did whatever he could to provide for me, but there came a time, around third grade, when my grandmother had taken control of things. I lived with her for about a year or so when things got really bad, and she was the one who took me to church. I always knew there was a God, but I never really went and learned about who he really was. For a while we both went to church, but her health got kind of bad, and I started riding the church bus to Shiloh Baptist in Newborn, Georgia where I got saved. It was like the world that I knew vanished. My dad quit every drug that he was doing since he was a teenager cold turkey, and that doesn't just happen. He found a stable job, and most importantly a stable home. We quit going from place to place. I didn't show up to school crying. Every single little thing fell into place, and I never even realized what was truly happening until now when I look back on it. It was a new life; although, after I moved in with my dad permanently, my dad and I never went to church. When I got my license I started going to Eastridge, but I didn’t feel right there. When I started going to Sugar Creek I knew I was getting the truth. It felt right, like I belonged. Through all of this God molded me to be the person I am today. I still have a lot of lessons to learn and hardships to go through, and I look forward to becoming the person he wants me to be. Give your life to him. Trust him with everything. Surrender; it was the best thing I have ever done.