Home was never where my heart was when I was growing up. Since my father died when I was three, I thought our family would always be close because we were all we had. That turned out not to be true. After enduring years of physical and emotional abuse, I prayed to God that he would send someone to me for comfort or at least show me who I was going to marry so I would have something to live for. He answered.
Along comes the last person I ever thought would be the love of my life. He gave me what no one had-- love.. unconditional love. I was always skeptical about how long he would endure my stressful family life, but he never left my side. He gave me food when I was hungry, a shoulder when I was crying, and loving arms that would always wrap around me when things were at their worst.
By the time I turned eighteen years old, I was homeless. My family abandoned me; I had nothing. He gave me a place to sleep at night and endless rides to all over Georgia just to help me find a job. When I was suidical, he dragged me away from the balcony I was about to jump off of and cradled me in his arms until the early morning hours. I never knew love like that existed. He has sacrificed so much for me, but asked for nothing in return.
Still, he does not understand what a blessing he has been to me. He has literally saved my life countless times. For three years he was the one and only person that was there for me. My family still does not associate with me. I am still struggling and barely making it by; however, I do have my own apartment now. The closest thing to God's love I've ever known is the love he gives to me. We're still together and he's still making sure I don't go hungry. I thank God for him everyday. I hope someday he can understand what the love he's given me has really done. A little true love saved a soul..
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