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Left Alone – Testimony

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Angels by Grace Pub. – Nov. 1997 – Name withheld by request

It’s a hot summer day in 1934. I want to go out to play but my mother tells me to stay inside. “Stay inside and don’t go out, no matter what,” she says sternly.

I don’t understand why she won’t let me go play, but with a stern look in my direction, she leaves the house taking my siblings with her. I stand watching her and the others leave wondering why I was the one left home. “I must be in the way,” and tears begin to flow down my cheeks.

I do just what Mother said and stay inside. Standing by the window watching the children from the neighborhood playing in the street I silently shed tears. The day passes. It soon gets dark and I find there are no lights in the house. I get even more scared so I huddle in the corner. I realize I’m not only alone and scared, but I’m awfully hungry, too.

I finally fall asleep and when I awaken the next morning sunshine is shining brightly through the window. Mother and the others still have not returned and I begin to cry again. I cry while sitting in the corner and there’s where I’ve stayed for most of that day.

Two days pass and finally there’s a knock on the door. Opening the door with caution, yet feeling hope that it’s my mother, I see standing there a neighbor. “Why are you crying? Where’s your family?” she asks me.

Between sobs I tell her my mother and the kids left and they haven’t come back. “She’s been gone for two whole days now,” I sob. “You wait right here and I’ll go get you something to eat,” she says. She leaves and a few minutes later returns with some bread. I don’t know it but she had also called the Family and Child Services.

The next knock on the door is a nice lady that has come to take me to a home. She say’s there are a lot of kids and I’ll have plenty of kids to play with, food, and be safe. When we get to the home there are a lot of kids! Kids, like me, that no longer have family or a home. The people in the office start asking me a bunch of questions. I try to answer them as best I can but at four years old I don’t know much. I tell the nice lady that’s asking me all the questions that “everybody left me yesterday. I was really scared and boy did I get hungry.” She smiled and tells me I will have plenty of food and a nice bed to sleep in.

Remembering the hours in my corner at home, alone, scared, and hungry, I say a silent prayer thanking God for the neighbor that knocked on the door. I also remember the pain. The awful pain. Pain of hunger, pain of being left alone. Pains that never seem to go away.

It didn’t take me long to learn to like my new home. I felt accepted because the other kids were like me. By now I think I’m five years old and I lived there with the other children until I was ten. Then I was taken into a foster home.

The first two foster homes I found myself in didn’t want me when they realized I was small for my age and couldn’t do the work. I then found myself in a third foster home and it was okay.  I stayed there but the other children there called me “the welfare kid.”

I had plenty of food, a warm bed, and got to go to school. When I left school I was expected to come straight home and work. But that was okay, too. The people were nice and even though the kids were verbally mean I liked it.

Between school and chores I didn’t have much time to play. That was okay, too. I would go to the library and check out books. I loved to read and I found escape through the characters in the books. I’d suddenly find myself imagining myself as one of the characters and before I knew it, it was bed time.

I graduated from high school and even though I was encouraged to go into the service, I didn’t. Instead I dated a sixteen year old girl and also started drinking alcohol.  By now I wasn’t the quiet, fearful little boy anymore. I bounced around from job to job, bar to bar, and ended up getting married at nineteen. I thought I knew it all. I guess I was trying to forget the past. Those days that I was left alone, scared, and hungry. The pain was still there. The awful pain had not left me. No matter what I did I still felt the hunger pains.

Three children, a wife, and the pain. What a disaster! We finally divorced. I continued to drink up most of the salary I made from the job I had. I had never learned to manage money, which added to my problems.

This went on for several years. Then by sheer chance, (or was it?) I met the lady of my life. I don’t know what she saw in me but I fell in love almost immediately. We got married about a year later and the change in my life was evident to all. I don’t know how she did it but I changed completely.

When we got married I was still feeling the hunger pains. The hunger was not just for food by now, either. I was hungry for love, family, a good life. But the awful hunger pains still rattled through my soul.

My wife did all the cooking. She made sure we had plenty of food in the house. We always had a good meal. She took over the finances so I wouldn’t mess up everything. And we began saving money to buy a house. We both worked and saved. It took a long time and a lot of hard work but we got the house. I couldn’t believe it! My own home and a loving and caring wife to share it with me.

Suddenly I realized, no pain. No hunger pains lingered. At last I was free. My soul had been healed and filled. Thank you, Lord. You were there all along.


Blessings to you.

Circle of One

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I’m living in the shadow of yesterday

With dreams I had for tomorrow

But the plans are shattered more each day

As I try to hide the sorrow.


When life is so out of focus

And my feelings have all grown numb

I think there must be more to life than this…

I’ve become a circle of one.


Decisions are hard to come by

There’s no trust even in myself.

Yet there’s a will to survive inside us all –

That may be all of “me” that’s left.


But whatever there is within me

I must turn it into something more.

I can’t live my life for others now

And they can’t see the world from my shore.


We all have our own life’s story to tell

And not one is worse than the other.

But there must be common ground somewhere

And a balm to ease the struggle.


Take the good you see in me

And learn from it if you will.

But when you observe the wrong I do

I hope you can accept me still.


I don’t anchor my soul on anyone else

I want no one’s weight on me.

So I leave my burdens at the foot of the Cross

And Jesus sets me free.

Written by Karen Austin – Elah Publication – June 2003


Blessings to you.

Is the Lord speaking to you?

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It doesn’t matter what has transpired in your past or what you’re into now. Almighty God, through His Son Jesus Christ, accepts you right where you are at this very moment. Our journeys may have been troubled and may still be, but Christ knows our hearts. If we pray to Him to accept us, He accepts us instantaneously. There’s no, “I’ll get back with you on that.”

Faster than a blink of an eye He has sent His Holy Spirit to indwell you. His power and grace and forgiveness and mercy are there, that fast! If you would like the King of kings and Lord of lords to become your Lord and Savior pray this simple prayer:

Lord Jesus. I believe you are the Son of God.

I believe you died and arose for the forgiveness of my sins.

I ask you now to forgive me and cleanse me of my sins and come into my heart as my Savior.

I give you my life Lord.

In Jesus name. Amen

If you prayed that and accepted Christ as your Savior, welcome to His family. We, and the angels rejoice. Let us know in the comment section so we may welcome you and be of any help we can be in your new journey with Christ.

Blessings to you.