Huraian
My life was like an empty room. At first glance, my walls were painted, but the paint would peel in places because the primer underneath was missing. I knew I belonged to my family, but I didn't know how my life began or where I came from.My first seven days were a mystery. I understand my Father in heaven created me, but where/who was the human who physically carried me for nine months?I had roots in my childhood with the family God gave me. Solid, deep, loving roots, but I was "transplanted.