How do I start off my love story? How do I tell everyone how two souls came together and united before the eyes of God and the world as one?….Well, lets try by giving you a bit of insight of who I am. My name is Glenda and my last name is Palma Chamale-Rodas, and I am head over heels in love with my husband Paulo Rodas.
I was 18 years old when I had my first boyfriend, who is now my husband. You might say I was a little scared of the opposite sex, but actually I just fell madly in love with my Saviour Jesus Christ at a very early age. My whole life revolved around my Saviour. I would wake up and dance with my Saviour, I would go to sleep and would sing to my Lord. It was all about that one true God who came to my life when I was oh so so broken!
I, grew up in a household that was not always a Christian home. Before Christ came into my parents hearts, there was a lot of abuse both verbal and physical. Though they converted to Christ when I was around 7 years old, during those 7 years it was not a child friendly home. I, praise my Saviour, my soul sings to him every second for only he could have mended such a broken home. His word is true and it is real. It became real to my family and to me when he restored our lives. When Jesus spoke these words in “Luke 15:4-7”, I knew he was thinking about my family and about little me. If you stay tuned I will write about my childhood later on in this blog, and pray it can give hope to anyone who might have or is going through a similar upbringing as mine.
Now back to my love story. My husband and I started dating when I was 18 years old and he was 29 years old. Almost like Abraham and Sarah, except I beat Sarah by being one year younger, hehe! Paulo, came into my life during really dark moments in my family and over all life. Actually, he had always been there for me, and at one point he was my youth leader. You can say he has been my personal angel that the Lord has given me. We dated for about two years and then we got married in the church that the Lord redeemed us.
It was a beautiful ceremony, with all natural flowers. My bouquet held 50 white stem roses with jewels in each one. It truly was a little girl’s dream come true. My dress was satin with a beautiful long train and embroiled diamonds. My husband and his family paid for all of the wedding, which I am truly thankful for. At that time I was working at a coffee shop full-time, and I didn’t make much, and whatever I made went to help my mother pay the rent. By this time my father had walked-out on my mother and myself. Therefore money was really tight for my mother and for me.
Our first year being married was the toughest year for us. It was in this year where all I had grown up seeing as a child came to into light, and how everything had affected me internally from when I was a child. There was moments when I heard the enemies voice say to me “it’s over, I have killed off your family line, it’s done there is no more Palma line of blood”. I forgot to mention at this moment my beloved father, two beautiful older sisters where no longer in church, and my warrior mother fell into depression after all the years of experiencing abuse. I, would wake up crying in my sleep and my husband would just ask me what was wrong and hold me. All I could do was go down on my knees and cry out to the Lord for strength. Let me tell you that toughest hits in life are best fought with being on your knees with your head bowed down to the highest of highest the Lord Jesus. There was moments when I did feel like falling apart, but that overpowering love of Jesus would not let me. I, thank the Lord for giving me Paulo as a husband. There could never be a man as patient, kind, and loving as him. There could never be anyone who loves me like he does, except my creator.
We have now been married for almost 7 years this August. These years have been might I say wonderful, exciting, and at times hard, but overall beautiful. I, hurt my husband along the way with my insecurities, and each day I try my best to amend those wounds. I, ask the Lord to help me become the women he desires me to be for Him and Paulo. Though I am far from being that women, I have hope in my heart that one day I will get there. Even if I die before I do, in my heart I know I will always try and never quit with the help of Jesus.
Now, Once upon a time, last year in September 15′, God has given us the privilege to be first time home owners. For the glory of God, we will use this house as a way to bless others. My house will be a home to all those who feel they don’t have one. A home to all the little girls, who like me are broken in need to be repaired. I, guess once upon a time, has barely begun and one day not far I hope to have this little house filled with little footstep running around. But, I will wait in the Lord for that miracle. Until then my heart and soul will continue to bless the Lord for this once upon a time.
1 Corinthians 13:13
New King James Version (NKJV)