S.P.I.R.I.T.

As a very young child, I was raised in a household filled with doom, gloom, poverty, and shameAnd when I married at the age of sixteen, I was already steeped in a way of life as a female; whom were looked upon as less than a man. Only now, despair was added to my host of painful, negative emotionsNobody but God freed me from the house of bondageNow, here in my ladder years, I live in the house, my house of love, peace, joy, wholeness and prosperity; nothing broken and nothing missing in my spiritThanks be unto Father God, Lord Jesus, and the Holy Spirit.As far as Im concerned, what Satan purposed for my destruction, the Lord purposed for my destiny! Glory!With the leadership of the Holy Spirit in my life, and many of Gods blessings, my struggling opened the door for my writing, and my writingopened the door to my prayer lifeNow I had someone to talk with, I could express in my writing what I was truly feeling on the inside, when peoples words, mistreatments, and disappointments had hurt meNo matter how insignificant their words were, or what they did or didnt do, I could always tell God the truth about my hurt feelings. And He always allowed me to cry for as long as I needed to My tears were Gods way of washing away the hurt and replacing it with tenderness and love, putting me back togetherThis was and is how I cope with life even todayMy prayer life goes beyond pen and paper; Im constantly talking to God in my mind throughout my day and night. This is who I am.