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Life Is Fragile Handle It With Prayer
Life Is Fragile Handle It With Prayer
Life Is Fragile Handle It With Prayer
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Life Is Fragile Handle It With Prayer

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Life is a journey filled with many up and downs. By the time I was in my early thirties, I had lost my sister, my father, my three-year-old godson/nephew, my brother-in-law, and my mother-five immediate family members in four years. In the midst of all this, I had dealt with alcoholism and then divorce, having to start over again with two small children, no child support, and making only minimum wage at the time. This was just the beginning of many trials and tribulations. How did I handle it, you ask? Prayer, of course; when life gets fragile, handle it with prayer. This is not just something I say; it is something I live by. I have found that God gives you direction if you just trust him. It may be something as simple as a feeling or as concrete as an eight-foot statue of Jesus on a cloud. It was through these tragedies that I not only survived but actually was strengthened in my faith and spirit. It seems these things that strengthened me actually prepared me for what lay ahead and allowed God to bless and use me to help others. God gives us what we need when we need it; we only have to ask. You can contact the author at [email protected].

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Release dateJul 13, 2017
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    Life Is Fragile Handle It With Prayer - Patricia Berg

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    Life is fragile

    handle it

    with prayer

    Written by

    Patricia M Berg

    ISBN 978-1-64028-134-9 (Paperback)

    ISBN 978-1-64028-404-3 (Hard Cover)

    ISBN 978-1-64028-135-6 (Digital)

    Copyright © 2017 by Patricia M Berg

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods without the prior written permission of the publisher. For permission requests, solicit the publisher via the address below.

    Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.

    296 Chestnut Street

    Meadville, PA 16335

    www.christianfaithpublishing.com

    Printed in the United States of America

    This is my own personal faith journey that I have traveled thus far. God-willing, the journey will continue, and as I grow in faith, I am learning how to read the signs of direction that God gives to us all. In life, there are no such things as a coincident they are assuredly God winks.

    First, a little background on me. I was born and raised in the city of Detroit. My parents were Mary (Nader) and Pat Everhart (I was named after both of them Patricia Mary).

    I had a large family; my parents had six children, I am the second youngest.

    We had a hardworking dad who earned a decent living and a mom that stayed at home. We all went to church together—sounds perfect, right? In spite of the fact my dad was a drinker, I feel I had an overall good Christian example from my parents.

    Real Life Begins

    I met my first husband in high school. He liked to drink and carry on, but it was the seventies; everyone did, me included. After two years of marriage, Brad was born, and when he was only six months old, I became pregnant again with my daughter Stacy. I was physically the best mom I could be, as they were always clean, fed, and when we went out, we were always prepared for anything. My then-husband and I would still do the partying thing and entertaining at our home as well. It was when the children got to be about two and three that I started going back to church. I started to change over the next couple years, and we moved to an area closer to my siblings. When my children started catechism, I volunteered, and although I was teaching others, it was I who was the true student and began a deepening of my faith that still to this day continues. God was preparing and strengthening me for what laid ahead.

    My husband’s alcoholism continued to escalate, and as it turns out, God had put me in the right neighborhood and at the right church. My neighbor whose husband was a recovering alcoholic invited the kids and me to go to an Al-Anon and Alatot meeting. That meeting changed my life. I thought I was going to help the alcoholic and found I could only help myself, and I needed quite a bit of work. I always say that out of my siblings, I was the only one blessed to have married an alcoholic. I was able to understand that it is a sickness, which improved my relationship with my own father dramatically. I then understood him in a new light. I also learned that my dad had given me something that most of the adult children of alcoholics never got! Some way, somehow, he got it across to me that he loved me, and beyond a doubt, I knew it.

    The alcoholic I was married to was getting progressively worse. He seemed to almost lead two separate lives. He would attend church with us and even played his congas in the church folk group. But things started to get scary.

    He would miss work, lose jobs, go missing for hours or sometimes days. He went in and out of treatment centers and then relapsed. I knew things were getting bad, and I had no skill or career. My first real example of God having a hand in my life was soon to begin.

    A friend of mine talked me into taking a real estate class and getting my license so I could time-share a job with her for a builder. I took the money out of my children’s savings account, took the course, and passed it. I passed the test the first time I took it and got my license. The builder, however, wanted me to do things that I felt were morally questionable, and I literally thought to myself, I do not think when I die God will ask how much money I have in the bank or what kind of house I owned. I quit after working only two weeks and felt I had wasted my children’s money on the real estate course. This story will continue later.

    For the next couple years, I continued to be active at church, teaching and taking communion to people in the hospital. At the same time, I joined a group called the Legion

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