according to my parents. I find that a comical statement. I was the fourth child in the family. If I was an accident that would mean that they hadn’t figured out how the first three children had been created. Had they ever heard about the “birds and the bees?” I mean, really Mom and Dad, take some responsibility for the consequences of your primitive sexual impulses.
There is another term used to describe children such as I. The politically correct term for my arrival was an “unplanned pregnancy.”

Thank God they didn’t plan for me to arrive because I haven’t really ever trusted their judgement. 

I don’t think any baby is an accident. I think they are all planned by God and those who are unplanned by humans may have a divine calling on their life. I consider myself to be a gift from God.

When I was a little girl my mother was severely depressed. I, on the other hand, had a spirit of joy. My mother cried a lot when I was young. I would go to her bedroom and tell her I loved her, trying to cheer her up. 

She has told me many times that my love for her was what sustained her through those times. I didn’t know how to do anything else but love her.

My legal name, which I will keep private, confirms my identity as a God child. My first name means “God’s gracious gift” and my middle name means “refreshing one.” 

My name is who I am and how I respond to life. I try to encourage and build others up and I also try to be gracious.

My parents didn’t plan on me but they sure picked the right name for me, maybe their judgement isn’t all that bad after all. 🙂  lol