Missionary Refuge/ Melody Davis

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.”