Gold from Straw

by Angela Sanders, Freelance Writer

“…You have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness.” Psalm 30:11

Tough because she’s had to be and tender because God changed her heart, 13-year-old Lindy is a determined soul who appreciates the love and patience she has been shown and hopes to pass it on to others.

“My story is kind of complicated. My parents adopted me and my siblings when I was seven. My mom and I had a rocky relationship from the start because I had been taken away from my biological mom, who was always strung out on drugs, so I had basically raised my siblings in foster care. Even when we lived with my biological mom, she would just drop us off at a lot of people’s houses. One of the people used to threaten us with a gun if we left the living room. I remember feeding my siblings ramen in their car seats in our car because my mom had left them there, and I couldn’t get them unbuckled. I made the ramen in the microwave and brought it out to them.”

Lindy continues, “I didn’t trust anyone. I didn’t want to be adopted, so I didn’t try to bond with my adoptive mom. I had never had a dad before, so I got along with him great, but I pushed my mom away. I know she hoped I would be affectionate, but I wasn’t and that hurt her. She didn’t expect things to turn out like they did with me. As I got older, I started doing more stupid stuff like leaving the house without permission and staying at friends’ houses and not coming home. When I told my mom I didn’t want to live at home anymore, she thought I just meant a break, but I didn’t.”

“My parents found Oklahoma Baptist Homes for Children (OBHC) and thought it would be good for me,” Lindy says. “If you knew me when I first got here, you wouldn’t believe I could be like I am now! I’m really trying to build a relationship with my mom because I see now how hard she tried. My mom knows I love her now, and that there were just some other things going on inside me at the time.”


Lindy credits Jesus and her houseparents with the dramatic change in her. I started screaming at God asking Him how He could let me get myself into this mess. One of the people here told me to read Psalm 23. I always thought it was kind of funny how people would share their testimony and say how a certain verse made a difference, but that happens. The Bible speaks. When I read ‘The Lord is my Shepherd…,’ it hit me that my problem wasn’t my parents’ fault. It was like God was saying, ‘Give it to me,’ so I said, ‘Yes, please just take all of this from me. I can’t bear it anymore.’ The next day, I woke up energized and relieved. I apologized to my mom. I’m doing the best I can right now to make things right. I still make mistakes, but I’m going to fight for it!”

“My houseparents have been awesome,” Lindy says, eyes wide with sincerity. “I honestly don’t think I could have made these changes without them. They are really good people and they showed me a lot more of God than I’ve seen in my whole life. I don’t think they realize it, but I bonded with them faster than I’ve ever bonded with anyone.”

Lindy appreciates the opportunity she’s been given by those who support OBHC financially. “In one year, I’ve gone from not thinking I was going to survive and wanting to die to wanting people to know that God really does love them and can help them like He helped me. It’s just crazy, and I’m so grateful!”