Home?
Wed, May 9 2012 - 11:03 AM
I have a soft spot in my heart for kids who come from broken homes.
Lockhart, TX is located outside of Austin and not too far from San Antonio. It is a typical small town in the great state of Texas. Five miles outside of Lockhart on a dirt country road is where they lived. They purchased five acres and placed a double-wide trailer on it. The trailer sat on the back part of the parceled land.
I had just entered the seventh grade. I lived with my dad in south Austin. Some weekends, I would go out to the trailer that my Mom and step-dad owned outside of Lockhart. The weekends were full of fishing and riding a beefed-up go-cart. My brother Clint and I would catch monstrous sized catfish. Our step-father Bill was a big fisherman. He would take us to Onion Creek, just about a half mile from the double-wide. We always had plenty of fish to eat.
I had finally come to accept the fact that my parents were not ever getting back together. By this time, my Dad had also remarried, to my first step-mother, Elaine. I had settled into thinking I would spend some weekends with my mom, but most of my time would be with Dad and Elaine. Junior High was an interesting place for me. I was bigger than most kids and no one really bothered me. My teachers sort of left me alone.
Just when I thought I had a new normal, the news of Elaine’s pregnancy came. I actually was enjoying being the only kid in the house. My older sister and brother had moved in with my mom, and I had Dad’s attention all to myself. Now a baby? The timing was right for me to make my exit. So the summer before my eighth grade year I moved to Lockhart.
Summertime for two boys in the country meant riding bikes into town, fishing, go-carts, and basketball. We had a pole in the front of the house, and we would shoot for hours. It was in Lockhart that I fell in love with the game of basketball.
I was enjoying my life in Lockhart. I made the Jr. High football team. I loved the fishing and the playing outside in the country. Just when I thought I had a home, more news. We were moving to San Diego, CA...from the country to a big city. As we drove the moving truck across the desert and finally arrived in San Diego, I just knew I would long for the country.
In San Diego, we lived in a very rough part of town. My mom, step-dad, brother and I lived in a two bedroom apartment. The apartment was a part of a four-plex. The walk to the Jr. High was horribly long, and I did not have a friend in the world. I hated living in San Diego. After six months there, I found myself at the age of 13 on a Greyhound bus, alone. I was moving back to Austin and in with my Dad, step-mother and new half-brother.
All this back and forth, uncertainty and loneliness was not at all what life should have been for a young boy. Yet, somehow God protected me. Somehow I just knew life would be ok. I remained with my Dad until I left for college. I was introduced to Jesus, and I had a church family that loved me. I think of those days and only try to remember the good things.
I have a soft spot in my heart for kids who come from broken homes. I have also made a commitment to raise my children in a secure environment where they know their parents love them and each other. I also believe it is a ministry that each Christian man should have...to support the lives of boys who come from broken homes. We have a unique opportunity to share God’s love just when it is needed.
Jim Finch
Category: One Thought at a Time
