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Jenn Van Massenhoven
Now, really, who the heck believes in God?
Well, I do. Didnít always, I believed in re-incarnation, Edgar Cayceís prophecies
and that people were almost always hiding a cruel streak. The Faith came upon me
suddenly. Rather like a light bulb blinding you after youíve been lying in the dark.
Oh Iím not saying Iíve suddenly become a bible-thumper. Not a chance; I also
believe in live and let live.
I had always believed in the possibility that there was a higher power. Not so much
God, I really detested all those TV evangelists telling us to pay them so we can
believe or be healed. Unbelievable. Even more so are the people that believe in them. Now, donít get me wrong! I think people are great, gullible or not, and if you
want to believe in TV evangelists, well, they must have SOME truth to them
somewhere. I just canít see it. Ah well, back to my story.
Itís been almost 7 years now since I was whacked upside the head by the Hand. It
happened when I met my hubby. It took a lot longer than that for me to admit it
though. I donít change my mind easily, despite being a woman. A friend of mine,
who happened to be dating Dennisís cousin, decided that what I needed to make
me happy was a good old-fashioned farm boy, like hers. So they, the cousin was in
on it, decided to set me up with their friend Bill. An old friend of Markís, the cousin.
So they drag me off for a day at an amusement park.
Bill, Dennis [my hubby btw], Dennisís brother and his girlfriend all get out of the
car. Now weíre all here and the introductions were waiting.
Sue, the friend, and I were walking towards the car when Dennis started walking
up to us with his arms open and yelling ďJenn!Ē I thought he was nuts. Why was he
calling my name? Sue told me he had called HER that, Jenn was Markís ex-girlfriend! Dennis was in deep doo-doo. I felt sorry for him. He and I fell head
over heels for each other, right then and there.
My first miracle.
I got pregnant and Dennis said he would be there, no matter what. Our relationship was 9 months old. So, when
our couplehood is 18 months old we have a squalling little boy. Who almost didnít make it. The cord was wrapped
around his neck 3 times. He survived.
My second miracle.
Dennis and I said "I do." My third miracle.
Then we found out I have fibromyalgia. Dennis said, for better or worse was what
I promised, Iíll be here.
My fourth miracle.
My daughter is my fifth.
Well, technically, thatís not true. Every day is a miracle. Sheís my fifth major
So now I believe in God, reincarnation, Edgar Cayceís prophecies, and that people
are inherently good.
I believe in God. Who doesnít?
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