I was an unplanned pregnancy for a fifteen year old girl in 1965. That is tramatic for any fifteen year old, but especially in 1965. Not feeling capable of caring for me I was turned over to the Welfare Department and placed in foster care. My father although being fifteen hisself did not realize I had been given away. His mother knew how to touch God with her prayers and heard from Him very clearly. She and my father wanted to get me back, but were told they did not have a choice and given the cold shoulder from my mother's mother. She being a single parent, her husband had died of colon cancer only a short time earlier at the age of 34. She was angry for his death and now furious because of me (the pregnancy). To her my birth meant the end of all my mother's hopes and dreams. So if I would just disappear, maybe they could go on with life as if I had never happened. But my paternal grandmother was not going to allow that to happen. She petitioned heaven and the Lord spoke to her that the baby (that's me) would be like Moses, he would be hid out for a period of time, but that he would be returned and in the end would deliver God's people from their captivity.