Worthy

Fifty-four years ago a baby was born. She was the tenth child and was adopted out soon after she was born. Her daddy didn't want anything to do with her so the baby was given up. The baby had only one name. Dorothy, which means gift of God. I was renamed Michele, which means who is like God. As life went on I met a man, a cruel hurtful man. He broke me down and destroyed my life. I lost all hope in living. I felt so alone and broken and had nothing to live for anymore after making a complete mess of my life. I felt worthless. That all changed and even though the situation happened in a way I am glad I got to that point. If I had not experienced life in the way that I did I would never have ended up where I am today working for others like I was destined to do. Jesus appeared to me that fateful Friday on a bus and showed me I was 'worthy'. This is my story.