*Smack*

Ah yes, what a strange title...

For someone like me,
_{(who you probably know as kind and interesting),}

This must seem a very strange beginning.

Well, as I've been saying a ^lot lately, I'm trying to be more open...

About my religious stands mostly.


As I've said before, I realize not everyone believes what I do- I get it.
It's not like I'm condemning people who don't believe the same.

I'd just like to start sharing more testimonies, to try to show people what is really me.


And why, oh why, would a religious type journal be titled "smack"?


....Well to smack the devil of course!!!

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I was born to a drug addict on February 2nd. She didn't really care about me, apparently. She smoked and drank and a whole bunch of other stuff without wondering what this could do to me.
Well, turns out my kidneys didn't function, and my bladder wouldn't work either. On top of that, I was addicted to Cocaine. Yep, it happens.

At the age of four months, I was finally put into a foster home. My parents wouldn't hold me, and I had gotten to the point where my muscles were weak from never using them. Thus I couldn't be cared for by my parents.

My mom says I was always a very good baby, barely ever crying. But I was slower than other babies my age- Not by much mind you, but my muscle coordination was a wee bit behind.

The doctors agreed that I would grow to be mentally retarded. My mother not being careful with me had totally messed me up- I wasn't going to go anywhere.

But my foster parents, now my Mom and Dad, "fell in love with me". They decided they couldn't live without me, and that was that. I was going to be adopted.

When Mom would take me to a certain building so my parents could visit me, they never came. I simply played with the social workers, not understanding what I was missing out on.


When it finally came time for me to be adopted, I was two years old. I became Lacey- With a real family, a real life, and a real love.
After that, my parents took me to be dedicated to the Lord at church.

They gave me to God, saying that they desired his will in my life.

They asked for me to be sweet and loving, and while I'm not sure about this, I think they prayed for my healing.



...And, well, here I am. I'm completely fine. My kidneys and bladder work fine, and as far as I know my brain does too.   I do know that my IQ is over 120, but that doesn't mean anything...

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While this may not seem like much of a testimony to some, I believe otherwise. It was the difference between living, and surviving. Oh yeah, dramatic I know. But I think it is something that can't be overlooked. Because in reality, there are no ordinary or simple miracles.

.....But who knows, I may be biased