The Awakening of Godschild

Call it an epiphany. It took me forty-seven years to understand who I am. I knew that I was a black woman, a single mother of two. I also knew that I was born and raised in New York City, and I have a younger sister. Life as a child changed dramatically at the age of ten. My sister and I were placed in the foster care system. Then we were separated by the time I turned thirteen, and that hurt. The reason we were placed in the system, was because we were homeless for about two years. I remember the howling winds on cold winter nights when we had nowhere to go. So we slept in the hallways of apartment buildings. In defense of my mom, she did all that she could. My mom had a heart problem and got ill. She kept missing work and was eventually fired. Oh, and I almost forgot I was introduced to alcohol and sexually molested at the age of eight, then again at twelve. Let me speed things along here.

One day after persistently trying I got my dream career opportunity (that was almost sidelined because of a “blood issue”). However, by then, I had been baptized, going to church, and reading the word of God often. So when my career was threatened by this “blood issue”, I prayed for healing. Now I mean I prayed with the very fiber of my being. Here’s the thing though, I had just “stumbled” across Matthew 21:22 (NIV), “If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer.” So I prayed in faith “Lord please don’t let my career be over.” That was in 1996. My career lasted another three years. Hallelujah! After that, I was injured, and my career ended in 1999.

In 2000, I lost my mom, my car, my job, and my home. “What’s really going on?” I tell ya I got very angry at God. I told him so too. I cried, I was depressed, and really pissed off at the whole situation. Then one day when I was good and fed up. I dropped to my knees and I cried out to my Lord. I told him, “Now you’ve made me hyperactive and tenacious, what am I supposed to do now?”

“I need something positive to do.”

So here I am writing to you about My God.
My Lord and my Savior. My life. Talk to Him. Praise Him. He is our only hope and He is faithful. Through it all I never spent one night on the street. I may not have had my own but my Lord “kept me.” I’m still here.

Amen
Read Psalm 118:6; Proverbs 3:5-6; Matthew 9:20-22

Remember…

“TRUST GOD!

NO MATTER WHO,

NO MATTER WHAT”

PEACE