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My name is Barbara Scorza. I was born and grew up in New Orleans. The big city was never really my thing, but it was all I knew.
I grew up in a single parent home. My mom and dad had been married for 19 years before having any children and then just 16 months after my birth, my dad died of a heart attack.
My mom and I lived very different lives. She grew up in Mississippi in the 1920s and early 1930s. That is in the rural south, just 50 years removed from slavery in a community steeped in segregation. I was born in 1965, on the tail end of the civil rights movement. I do remember having to go through the back doors of downtown retail stores. I also remember having to wait to eat in the back of the restaurant even if there were many open seats in the front. And that's a few memories from my early childhood. By the time I was old enough to travel alone, those things were no longer blatant.
God has always been present in my life, but I definitely asked Him to ride in the backseat, as I did my own thing.
I have had my share of doing life my own way while God continued to shower blessings on me, but not without the consequences that beset me as a result of my choices. I was a teenage mom. I married and divorced. But then I had my Damascus Road experience in 2005 as I fled my home because of Hurricane Katrina. Hurricane Katrina brought waters that destroyed, but when the waters settled, life truly began.
I am a mother of two and a grandmother who raised her grandchildren after the death of her son. In a fourteen month span, I buried my son and my mother. But God has been faithful.
I grew up in a single parent home. My mom and dad had been married for 19 years before having any children and then just 16 months after my birth, my dad died of a heart attack.
My mom and I lived very different lives. She grew up in Mississippi in the 1920s and early 1930s. That is in the rural south, just 50 years removed from slavery in a community steeped in segregation. I was born in 1965, on the tail end of the civil rights movement. I do remember having to go through the back doors of downtown retail stores. I also remember having to wait to eat in the back of the restaurant even if there were many open seats in the front. And that's a few memories from my early childhood. By the time I was old enough to travel alone, those things were no longer blatant.
God has always been present in my life, but I definitely asked Him to ride in the backseat, as I did my own thing.
I have had my share of doing life my own way while God continued to shower blessings on me, but not without the consequences that beset me as a result of my choices. I was a teenage mom. I married and divorced. But then I had my Damascus Road experience in 2005 as I fled my home because of Hurricane Katrina. Hurricane Katrina brought waters that destroyed, but when the waters settled, life truly began.
I am a mother of two and a grandmother who raised her grandchildren after the death of her son. In a fourteen month span, I buried my son and my mother. But God has been faithful.
l-r; Aurbrey, Kevin, Barbara, Kenderick, Joshua
Thank you for stopping by. I hope you come back soon. I love to tell and hear a good story. After my Damascus Road experience, Matthew 6:33-34 became my life verse, But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
My mission with #WhatIfChrist is to share stories that will allow us to see what life would be like if we lived Christ.
My mission with #WhatIfChrist is to share stories that will allow us to see what life would be like if we lived Christ.