In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. In the beginning God also created something else…me! Well ok, so he didn’t create me exactly at the beginning of time but from the beginning he purposed for me to be born. And so I was, on March 4th, 1985.
As part of my blog ‘Y Ministry’ I want to give you the opportunity to get to know me, who I am and how I came to be where I am today. Throughout this series I will talk about the key moments and events in my life. Some will be in great detail, others will be brief snippets. I will cover area’s such as the early years, education, lessons learned from singledom, ministry, sport etc.
Now it is important to note that this will be my story, told from my perspective. I aim to be open and honest about what I discuss, however it is possible that other people I mention will have seen things differently. I in no way aim to offend or chastise anybody as, after 25 years I still wouldn’t say I have any ‘enemies’, but I equally want to be honest because the way I have perceived things to be is what has made me the person that I am today. Take what I say in this way, as my words on the situation, remembering that there is generally more than one side to any story.
To kick this off, let me share a very quick story from the very early days of my life.
1985 was a very hot summer, well at least I believe it was because I don’t really remember terribly much before March 4th, which is technically autumn in Australia. I also believe it was very hot because my Mum in particular says it was. Perhaps she felt it more being pregnant with a boy who was destined to love sport, according to her!
From late February my Mum was in hospital because her legs swelled up too much to be able to get around on them. Then late afternoon on March 4th my Dad received the phone call he had been waiting for, it was time to go to the hospital for my birth! The only problem with this is that Dad had just prepared for himself a great big bowl of ice-cream. As the Dr had insisted he needed to be quick, Dad left his ice-cream at home and raised to the hospital.
To this day Dad has not let me forget this. As it turned out, things didn’t go as smoothly as was expected. For a while there discussions were had regarding possible c-sections and the like but eventually at 8.20pm I was born via a natural birth. 8.20pm was significantly later than when Dad was called…and this is significant because Dad could have easily eaten his ice-cream first! I think I still owe my Dad a bowl of ice-cream.
Though this story doesn’t really tell you that much about me, this is only the beginning. Stay tuned throughout 2011 for more of ‘My Story from My perspective’.
