Soldier4Christ
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« on: September 24, 2006, 05:06:05 PM » |
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Hello, My name is Wes Geiger and much of my life has been spent overcoming the pain of my past. The hurt started at three years old, when I was kidnapped from my mother. My father showed up one day and took me. I would never see her again. I found myself trapped in a world of insanity, that world was my dad's. He spent most of his time working, womanizing and avoiding the law.
The only thing I remember doing as a child was working in his tree business. Seven days a week we worked from day light to dark. The alarm would go off at 5:00 am and another day of torment would begin. I sustained many near death injuries as I was growing up. I fell out of trees three times from heights over fifty feet. I was shot in the eye, attacked by an angry dog, stung by bees, and involved in five auto accidents.
This is just a partial list of what happened to me! And yet this was minor in comparison to the pain I was feeling on the inside. I don't remember a time my father said I love you! All I remember is rejection as I failed to live up to his every expectation. I tried so hard to earn his love and approval, but I always fell short. He grew up in an orphanage and didn't know how to be a father or a husband. This resulted in him being married four times by the time I was fourteen. About the time that I would get close to my new stepmother it would be time to hit the road again. I believe that we slept in trucks as much as we slept in beds.
This lifestyle left little time for an education or a normal childhood. All I had ever wanted was my father's love and yet, I would never get it. When I turned fifteen I couldn't take it any longer. My dad cussed me out in front of some people for something that I had not done, and I hit the street. I had nothing, no hope, money, friends or education, and my self-esteem was at rock bottom. The only thing I had in my favor was that I knew how to work hard. I longed for love and acceptance and a sense of who I was. I figured that this would happen when I became a successful businessman, got good in sports and found a good woman.
The years that followed, proved that to be false. Through much struggle, at the age of nineteen I had built a successful tree business, became a professional bowler and had gotten married. Yet nothing had changed, because I had not changed. By the time I was twenty-seven I had been married three times. And all the success did little to heal the pain I was feeling on the inside. I had bought into the idea, that money, woman and success would make me happy. I found that to be a pipedream. I still had no peace in my life and less hope than ever. I had vowed to never be like my father and yet I was repeating the same insanity. It was all I knew! If something didn't happen soon my third marriage was destined to fail like the last two.
The events that happen in my life next, would change my life forever. Two men approached me and told me about Jesus. They said He could help me, and deliver me from my sins. I thought, how can Jesus save me? I am such a wreck. How can He love me? I am such a sinner. God used these two men to throw me a life preserver, would I reject it or grab it? I thought to myself! I am 27 years old and I have made a mess of my life. Jesus I am willing to give you a try, and see if you can do any better. I am now 50 years old and I have been married to my third wife for 24 years. God has become my father and I feel a love that is unconditional and very sincere. God has given me three children and taught me how to love others. I now know how to be a father and a husband because God has been my father and role model. God has called me into full time ministry and He has taken my mess and made a messege out of it. My wife and I are going all over the world declaring God's love. He wants to restore and heal the brokenhearted, and I am a witness of His delivering power. God will do for you what He has done for me. I had sinned many times, yet God forgave me anyway. I didn't deserve God's love but He loved me anyway.
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