Anchored in His Love

By Sandi Borgens

Within these pages is a life that has known tragedy, devastation, lonliness, sadness, rejection and fears.  A life not unlike many others who have experienced tragedies in their life, yet cannot move beyond them.

Discover how one person managed not only to keep moving forward and stay sane, despite one event afer another in her life

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandi Borgens
• Release date: Aug 8, 2008
• ISBN: 9780692597248

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Anchored In His Love

Copyright © 2008, 2015 by Sandi Borgens

ISBN 13: 978-0-6925972-4-8 (ebook)

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Scripture taken from the New King James Version.

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Cover design by Keith and Donna Cherry

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Dedication

Anita, Todd and Rodd,

I give all praise and thanks to God for allowing me to share my journey with you, my dearest children. You are answered prayers and God’s most precious gift to me. Before you were born, God knew you and I prayed for you. You are steadfast and have always stayed close to me regardless of our perils, circumstances, and hardships.

Humbled by your love, understanding, and kindness, I dedicate this book to you.

With all my love...now and forever,

Mother

Acknowledgements

Anchored In His Love could not have been published without the help, understanding and prayers that my good friend, Kathy G’Sell gave me.

My publisher, Donna Cherry tirelessly gave of herself to have this book in print. Through the guiding of the Holy Spirit and prayers, she made this book possible.

To each and every one of you who encouraged me to complete this project I want to say,

Thank You.

Foreword

Bless the Lord, O my soul; And all that is within me, bless His holy name!

Psalm 103:1

Sandi Borgens is one of the kindest, sweetest, most childlike women I know. She is one of the most misunderstood women I know. Many mistake her childlike demeanor as childish but, quite the contrary, she is anything but that. She is acutally more mature than many of those who would demean her or set themselves above her. Why would I say that, because Jesus said we should be like little children, and such are the ones to whom the Kingdom of God belongs. You see in God’s perspective she has reached a level of maturity that many of us will never attain. But then, that’s how His Kingdom operates, quite the opposite of ours. In our system of things it wouldn’t be wise to spend your retirement on feeding the poor, or clothing the naked. But God says, lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal Matthew 6:20. We think maturity is being poised and dignified and that childlike faith or naivete in a grown person means they’re immature or childish.

Sandi Borgens, despite a life of rejection, tragedy upon tragedy, and hurt upon hurt has maintained a love for people and a faith combined with trust in mankind that many would have thrown out the window a long time ago. She has maintained a trust and belief that despite her cirucmstances God will see her through, uphold and protect her and strenghten her to ride any wave of adversity that will come her way. Not only will she go through the storm but she will remain loving, kind and sweet through it no matter how afraid she may be. She does it afraid until her faith overrides her fear. That’s maturity. As you read the chapters of her life and see one event after another wherein any single one of them would have stopped most people or crippled them to some degree, you will see that Sandi has come through and each event has strengthened her faith, not diminished it. In the pages of this book you will find a woman who never lost faith, is enduring until the end, and while she’s hanging on for dear life will throw a hand out to catch you to keep you from falling.

You’ll find it hard to believe that all these events could happen to one person, but they did. Most will be amazed that she did not end up in a brothel, crack house or nut house, but I’m not. You see I know the God she knows and I encourage you to get to know Him too. Read her book and enjoy it. I did. Then if you don’t already have a relationship with Jesus, I encourage you to pray and ask Him to come into your life and to be your Lord, Savior and Friend.

Donna Cherry

Waymaker Publishers

Table of Contents

Dedication

Acknowledgements

Foreword

Synopsis

In The Beginning

Legally Abandoned

A Real Home?

Divine Appointment

Caution Lane Change Ahead

Grandmother-Teacher-Friend

The Truth About Michael

Catastrophic Counsel

God’s Greatest Gifts

Rewind And Start Again

The Mission

The Mysterious Letter

My Other Mother

Oh To Know My Mother

Never Ending Surprises

Epilogue

Synopsis

Trust in the Lord with all your heart, And lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, And He shall direct your paths.

Proverbs 3:5, 6

My goal in writing this book is to encourage people whose lives have been molded by experiences that have left them emotionally handicapped in one form or another. Maybe fears have gripped them, or heartbreak and loneliness. Many people suffer from rejection and don’t know how to ever feel accepted. There is a way to feel whole again. I want them to know that there is a Heavenly Father that loves and watches over them. He will keep them through the darkest night and anchor them when there seems no solid ground to stand on during the storms of life that rage against them. We must remember it is not His will when these things happen but, the will of man, deceived by a liar and a thief, named Satan.

A person who does not submit their life to the will of God but lives out their life according to their own desires will never truly find peace and happiness. Equally so, a person who will or does not allow God to guide them when hurts come their way will not know how to find healing. They will stumble through life wounded and will wound others. Just as a wounded animal attacks anyone or anything that comes near it as an act of protection, we too, lash out as a way of protecting ourselves. A cycle of being wounded and wounding others begins, and until someone gets healed it usually isn’t broken. The healing power of God is the only answer.

To the degree we allow God to guide us, we will see a higher level of joy and happiness. He created us and all that is in the world. Just as a mechanic knows what your car needs to keep it running smoothly, so God knows how to keep us from falling apart along the rough roads we travel in life.

In The Beginning

Chapter 1

For Thou did form my inward parts; Thou didst weave me in my mother’s womb.

Psalm 139:13

The beginning can only be told as it has been related to me in bits and pieces through the years as I’ve asked questions and dug deep to know the truth. My parents, Loretta Ann and Milton Dean (Mike), were married in 1937. A little over a year later, my brother, Michael was born. It seemed that while it wasn’t necessarily in their plans to have a baby so soon, they adored him.

My mother apparently had always wanted a son and enjoyed watching Michael play and grow as most children do. To her dismay she found herself pregnant again and while abortions were not legal at that time she approached my father and asked him about getting one. He would have no part of it. He insisted that my mother keep the baby and so she did not have an abortion.

To all those with watching eyes at the hospital when I was born it must have appeared that we were quite the happy little family. I’m told my mother was everything but happy about having had another baby.

We all came home and things went back to normal for my father and my brother, Michael but, as for my mother, she had changed. Maybe it was postpartum depression or just plain depression but, she refused to have any part in caring for me. She resented me and would leave me lay in a dark corner, crying and hungry. She wouldn’t touch me even to change my diapers unless someone was visiting or my father was due to come home. If a visitor tried to hold me or care for me, she would simply say that she didn’t want me to get spoiled and leave me to cry.

On the other hand, when my father came home he would take me outside, play with me and pay attention to me. This infuriated my mother.

My mother resented the attention my father paid to me. This was attention she would have received if I had not been born and she had been allowed to have an abortion. She had a son, that’s all she had wanted but now she had not just another baby, she had a girl! To make matters worse my father, according to all I’ve been told, seemed to adore me and that’s not what my mother wanted—she wanted to be adored! Needing attention, she would soon find it another way.

One day when my father was at work she left Michael, who was still not quite two years old and me, a tiny infant, at home alone. She had gone to meet and be with another man, someone with whom she was the focus, and she liked that. Now, Michael wasn’t really old enough to care for himself, much less me but, she didn’t really care. Her unfounded, unnatural jealousy of me had blocked