VL - Issue 43- April 22
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THE STORY OF<br />
MARY BETH BAREFOOT<br />
It’s a blessing to be raised in the knowledge of Jesus and His love. It’s<br />
even more of a blessing when you receive it for yourself. That’s when<br />
God’s love heals and changes you.<br />
I was a preacher’s kid who, from the age of six, led worship. I stood on<br />
a stage with a microphone in hand and sang my little heart out. Every<br />
family activity revolved around the church.<br />
From the outside, our life seemed good. Our family did what church<br />
people were supposed to do, especially in serving others. But behind<br />
closed doors, our home life wasn’t so perfect.<br />
My mom was my best friend, and we had a great relationship. My father<br />
was a good man, but he often brought chaos into our home.<br />
Dad could be such a godly and gentle man, then suddenly become<br />
angry and harsh. Years of violent seizures brought on by epilepsy had<br />
impacted my father’s mental state. It seemed that each episode took a<br />
part of my father with it.<br />
Dad was a church planter, and when I was 11, our family moved to<br />
North Carolina to start a new church. We moved into a tiny house with<br />
thin walls, and I could hear every word my parents spoke. Some days,<br />
they argued for hours. The discord between<br />
them was unnerving.<br />
Due to his condition, Dad wasn’t supposed<br />
to drive. But he was stubborn and<br />
refused to hang up his keys, even though<br />
he’d had several accidents. Trips to the<br />
hospital were routine for our family, but<br />
somehow, he always emerged unscathed.<br />
And then, when I was 12 years old, Dad<br />
was in another car accident. At first, I<br />
wasn’t worried. “He’ll be okay,” I thought.<br />
He always made it home. But I soon learned<br />
that Dad wasn’t coming home—he had been<br />
killed instantly.<br />
News of his death turned my life upside<br />
down. Daddy was gone, and although life<br />
with him hadn’t been easy, I couldn’t imagine<br />
living without him.<br />
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