Woman Of Strength!
I am a strong woman who raised two black men. In 2010 I lost my first born son to murder by my grandson, who also took his life after taking my sons life. That day I lost a part of me that can never be mended. Thank God and my bishop for saving my life that day. On that day I had deepened my relationship with God. He came and took hold of me and never let me go. When the Bible says, “God is always on time”, I found out, that is true. There was a transformation that happened to me that I can’t even explain. All I know is that I received so much strength and power to handle the loss of my son and still have the love for my grandson and ability to forgive him. The Devil thought he had me, but God stepped in! You see I know where my son and grandson are. They are in a better place where there is love and peace all around them. They are with the Father of all father’s. I’ve lost my husband, my son, my grandson, my mother in law and my mother. I became a woman of strength to show courage in the midst of my fears. I became a woman of strength to give the best of myself to everyone. I became a woman of strength to capitalize on God's blessings, to walk with God in grace, to have faith in my journey and to become strong in Christ. I would have never made it without the love of God and without the love of my Bishop. That’s why I am a woman of strength!
God Got My Back !
I give honor to God, My Anointed Bishop and God’s Most Precious Jewel.
First, I want to thank God for my new life in the Lord using his chosen vessel to introduce me to the good news gospel of Jesus Christ, giving me food from Heaven to save my soul. I am also thankful for the encouraging words from the man of God to stay strong even in the midst of persecution. I have been ostracized by those close to me because I decided to go another path, no longer hanging with the same crowd just to fit in. This decision didn’t sit well with my mother. She thought I was brainwashed in the church. Not realizing that God was cleansing me on the inside from my carnal mind and worldly ways. God was operating on me and I had to be set apart so he can use his healing power. He had to turn my life around so I could see my weak and wicked habits. Being around secular people hindered my spiritual growth and the purpose God had for me. One day my mother called me at work and gave me an ultimatum, either I leave the church or she’ll disown me. I told her that I wasn’t quitting the church. She said “Fine. I disown you” and slammed down the phone. I was so in shock that I couldn’t believe it at first. I said to myself, so be it. God got my back. A few minutes later, I called the late moderator of the deacon board, Deacon Elsie Oliver and told her what happened. She was surprised as well. Deacon Oliver knew how close my mother and I was. I didn’t speak to my mother for almost three months. I spoke to one of my cousins, who was saved. She told me “not to give in to the Devil. Let the Devil come crawling back to you.” My cousin said she’ll be praying for my strength. My mother eventually caved in. I came to my apartment after church, she was sitting on the sofa with my baby nephew. He was sick, so he couldn’t spend the weekend with her. His mother was coming to get him. After that night, we never spoke of that incident. A few years later, cancer returned to my mother’s body. The doctor said it was terminal. We spent our last Christmas together. Before she died, my mother asked if I was happy. I answered yes. She said “Good, I can go in peace now.”
On top of the world but in destruction. That was me. A boat load of friends. Thriving in school. Attending every party, get together and concert. Living the life. But yet still had a emptiness on the inside. Plastering a smile on my face but was broken on the inside. Surrounded by people but still felt void. Had what the world thought was everything , great family, more clothes & shoes than I could count but still in turmoil. Loosing a battle to my biggest enemy - the enemy inside of me. Overthinking , doubting and always questioning gods plan left me with tomorrow’s worries before today was even up. On the verge of a nervous breakdown.
I can’t believe that after only three years, my entire life has changed. I came into CMBC broken, lost and confused. Wanting to give up on life and everything in it. Not knowing whether I was coming or going but taking everything as it was thrown at me. I never thought in a million years I would be able to say that I no longer suffered from depression but this day I testify that I have been delivered. I can’t say the moment when it happened, I can’t say the exact time His word manifested but I do know that my Lord wouldn’t allow me to stay there.