[MeezDiscreet]

My pastor always raises this question when he's testifying about God's grace and mercy and I can really feel him because I grew up poor. My family struggled up until I was about a freshman in high school so I learned about sacrifice.

How many of yall feel me? Share!!

I can remember a time when I went to my mom crying because all of the other girls at school brought Barbies to play with and laughed at me because I didn't have one. She had to explain to me that her and my dad just couldn't afford it. I played like I understood but I was still sad. The next day, before she took us to school, she stopped at Eckerd's. She wouldn't let us go in with her and we didn't know why we stopped because going was out of the way for us. She took us on to school and before I got out, she handed me something. She went in and bought me a doll so I could fit in. It wasn't fancy (yall know the type of toys you get at a drugstore) but when I think back on it, that was one of the sweetest things. I actually teared up typing this.