The day it all started

The day my wonderful life all started was on August 2nd, 1939, at 3:30 a.m. in Raleigh North Carolina at Rex Hospital. My birth certificate says, Joan Macon Ragland;  Mother said they made a mistake and didn't know how to spell Joanne. I am Joanne.
  How could I know all the many joys, heartaches, memories and changes my life would bring. I also had no idea that God would be through all of it with me; to comfort, guide, approve, disapprove, and lead me to where I am today.
My faith is strong. It has not always been that way. Life is all about loving, making choices that are good and bad, and learning through it all. Life is about happiness, sadness, regret, forgiveness, new life, death and hopefully acceptance that you will somehow get through it all, knowing that toward the end, you have been blessed beyond measure and knowing that Faith and Love are the two most important things.
I feel that I don't deserve to be so blessed, so richly.

This will be my story. It will be lengthy...it may seem like a novel. You don't have to read it; this is for me.  I have always put my feelings on paper, whether it be just simple thoughts, poetry, or just feelings. It helps; particularly through difficult times. But since I can't even read my own writing anymore..thanks be to my computer. ( I was around eleven in the above photo).