Family is not an import thing, it's EVERYTHING. That is why I need your help. Read my story and be part of my journey...
Hey everyone, I am Jacques and this is my story... so far.
I was born in a small village, in the heart of the Karoo in South Africa. I was brought up in a Christian home where love, respect and family values were considered thee most important aspects of our everyday lives.
At the age of 12 I considered myself different from all the other boys in my class. I did not really understand the feeling, nor did I act upon it or tell anyone about it. Many years passed and the feelings began to make sense, there was nothing wrong with me, I was normal, like the boys and girls in my class, expect for the fact that I was attracted to the same sex.
I didn’t want this, I wanted the life that everyone I knew had. I had issues with myself and God. At the age of 28, I met a great guy, a doctor, my first boyfriend and later fiancé. He had the best relationship with God that I have ever seen. He taught me how to focus on the little things, on what God is showing me and hoping to use me for. How you should place other people first and always give your best while at it. I followed his example and crawled back to God with my tail between my legs. I received the message that I should change my career, at age 31, and apply to study towards my degree in education.
I did everything God told me to do, even though I struggled to believe that I will survive this change. My fiancé backed me and kept me focused on God’s
plan. Things went terribly wrong and me and my fiancé broke up. I lost all dreams and hope and couldn’t imagine my life without him. Through the struggle God never left my side and helped me to complete my degree with a distinction. Everything fell into place and I received a job offer close to my hometown to teach less fortunate kids on a farm.
This was God’s plan for me – My ex fiancé never left my thoughts and hope for him to return kept me active and alive. September, last year, I received the terrible news that he passed away. My world came crashing down. God, once again, picked me up and forced me to focus on my kids at school, who brought so much love and light to my own life.
My fiancé and I always spoke about how we will one day have kids of our own, through surrogacy. I let go of that dream when we broke up as I knew that I will never be able to afford surrogacy. I gave this dream to God with the hope that He will provide me with the answer. Last year a surrogate mother crossed my path, without me entertaining the idea and brought back the dream of me being a dad to one of my own.
I know that God will do what He think is best.
Maybe this is the answer to my prayer, but if not; then I will accept.