Yes I have Dyslexia. I was never able to understand why as a child I had learning disabilities. I always thought it was because I was just born dum, stupid. I thought to myself I will never learn. No matter how much I studied, read or write I will always have to be helped and corrected. My siblings use to laugh at me when I’d tried really hard and studied for hours and still failed the exams. Math, music, reading and comprehension was the worst for me. I’ve spent my entire life with Dyslexia without ever getting help because I was never diagnosed. Can’t believe at the age of fifty-three it finally came to light why I have such difficulties keeping up with writing my blog and needing my daughter to edit it for me all the time, if you’ve read my blog “I’ve been told”

I never like reading, but the Bible was and is the only book I was able to read and can comprehend. The version that was considered most difficult to understand for many the King James which was given to me by my granny as a child. With words like thou, hath, cometh and more I remembered my sister complaining she couldn’t understand it and she was always smarter than I after all she’s one year older.

With acknowledgement of my condition, this year I’m determine not to allow Dyslexia to prevent me blogging just as I am. This is the only way for me to let go and let God preform a good work in me. I want to practice what I have to preach. Not my will but God’s will be done through and within me. Anyone who’s wondering why I write like I do mistakes and all, this is the reason.