My mother gave her life to Christ & was instantly set free from cigarettes. She took me to Miami to look for my dad,her husband. She had no idea where he would be, she only had a few vague memories of conversations & addresses that were incomplete. Yet, I remember we would find everyone she was looking for. She kept saying, 'I feel it's over here.' Then the very cousin she wanted to see would answer the door she 'felt' was the right one.
I remember her praying for a certain amount of money on a few occasions & taking me by the hand to walk down the street as she prayed with her eyes almost closed. Then she would stop & put her hand in a low bush to pull out the $30 she was asking God for.
I was in many life threatening situations over there. I was hit by a car at around the age of 7. I was on my bike & a car sped up & hit the bike from behind. I would fall asleep on the bus coming back from school. Every time I met my mother waiting in front of the gate saying she felt something bad happened to me. She would be praying very loud calling on angels as I walked up to her & would not stop until I got to her side.
To this day she would say she was never filled with the Holy Spirit because she never spoke in tongues. I felt the same way. I prayed for years to have the baptism of the Holy Spirit from the age of 6. I began to speak in tongues in my late teens.
However, I felt things as a kid that turned out to be true. I had a recurring dream whiles I was in Miami for years as I grew up. I was back in Nassau on my grandmothers porch. I was surrounded by brown snakes. A few had heads of different colors than their bodies. Some yellow, some green, & some red. I remember what stood out most to me was I faced this danger alone. I always asked my mother if we were coming back here & she would always tell me no.
My mother felt sorry for me being the only child & bought me a black & white television. It had the dial that you turned to get the channels. There was another dial that had no channels to watch it seemed. I looked at it & fell in love with the number 47. I turned there sure there was something there if I only had the patience & worked that tuner. I took days, hours at a time & finally got a picture. It was TBN!
I was lost once when we moved to another area , we were in Miami Beach & the bus I took only went around in a circle route. Now the buses I caught went out of the county & then changed drivers & routes. I woke up & saw sand as far as my eyes could see all around me. We were on a long road. There were no cell phones. The driver said he could not turn around his pay would be docked. They let me out on a road that seemed to have no end.
We had just moved & I was only used to getting to the room we rented from one way. I walked & felt like my mother was holding my hand & praying. I looked up at the clouds she always told me were angels watching over me. I prayed & then sang. I sang ,'Have a Little Talk with Jesus' & 'It Soon Be Done with Troubles & Trials'. I walked thinking I would surely get home just before the sun went down if I got there.
I turned corners singing, I felt to go down this road or the next. I looked up & saw a sign that told me I now on Flagler Street. That was the street we handed out tracks on downtown whiles Richard preached. I got excited but still did not know exactly where I was going. I turned corners , walked & sang. I came up on an area with stores that were closed. It looked vaguely familiar. I heard voices of kids playing that sounded familiar. I walked up to the apartment from a totally different road. I'll never forget how surprised I felt because I knew I must have come a long way, yet I did not feel I was walking long. I did not feel tired. It seemed the other kids just reached themselves, some still had to change their clothes. I ran inside, leaping & skipping all the way. I yelled, 'I'm home ,I'm home!!' My mother looked at me like I was strange & I was not about to tell her I fell asleep on the bus. That was the only time I did not meet her praying.
I recall something that was not so dramatic but I believe God was dealing with me as a child. There were two, three kids who were held back & were about 9 years old in the first grade. All were overweight. They could not read up to our level. I despised them. I liked to fight & run & play & they were sitting all the time looking pitiful.
I insulted one in particular. I remember asking God for forgiveness & thinking I will not be like that. I need to help her because she was lonely. I was not pleasing to God. I went to her in the cafeteria & asked her forgiveness. I went out of my way to sit next to her to eat lunch. She always asked me, every time until the day she left, why I was talking to her. She would say, 'I thought you hated me?' There was never a time I sat & talked to her she did not ask those questions. I decided I would never be in a group but talk to everyone. I decided I would be true to myself & do what things because I liked to not because everyone else was doing it. I was very conscious of God. As I was always asking Jesus what was truth, I felt I should start there.
I remember her praying for a certain amount of money on a few occasions & taking me by the hand to walk down the street as she prayed with her eyes almost closed. Then she would stop & put her hand in a low bush to pull out the $30 she was asking God for.
I was in many life threatening situations over there. I was hit by a car at around the age of 7. I was on my bike & a car sped up & hit the bike from behind. I would fall asleep on the bus coming back from school. Every time I met my mother waiting in front of the gate saying she felt something bad happened to me. She would be praying very loud calling on angels as I walked up to her & would not stop until I got to her side.
To this day she would say she was never filled with the Holy Spirit because she never spoke in tongues. I felt the same way. I prayed for years to have the baptism of the Holy Spirit from the age of 6. I began to speak in tongues in my late teens.
However, I felt things as a kid that turned out to be true. I had a recurring dream whiles I was in Miami for years as I grew up. I was back in Nassau on my grandmothers porch. I was surrounded by brown snakes. A few had heads of different colors than their bodies. Some yellow, some green, & some red. I remember what stood out most to me was I faced this danger alone. I always asked my mother if we were coming back here & she would always tell me no.
My mother felt sorry for me being the only child & bought me a black & white television. It had the dial that you turned to get the channels. There was another dial that had no channels to watch it seemed. I looked at it & fell in love with the number 47. I turned there sure there was something there if I only had the patience & worked that tuner. I took days, hours at a time & finally got a picture. It was TBN!
I was lost once when we moved to another area , we were in Miami Beach & the bus I took only went around in a circle route. Now the buses I caught went out of the county & then changed drivers & routes. I woke up & saw sand as far as my eyes could see all around me. We were on a long road. There were no cell phones. The driver said he could not turn around his pay would be docked. They let me out on a road that seemed to have no end.
We had just moved & I was only used to getting to the room we rented from one way. I walked & felt like my mother was holding my hand & praying. I looked up at the clouds she always told me were angels watching over me. I prayed & then sang. I sang ,'Have a Little Talk with Jesus' & 'It Soon Be Done with Troubles & Trials'. I walked thinking I would surely get home just before the sun went down if I got there.
I turned corners singing, I felt to go down this road or the next. I looked up & saw a sign that told me I now on Flagler Street. That was the street we handed out tracks on downtown whiles Richard preached. I got excited but still did not know exactly where I was going. I turned corners , walked & sang. I came up on an area with stores that were closed. It looked vaguely familiar. I heard voices of kids playing that sounded familiar. I walked up to the apartment from a totally different road. I'll never forget how surprised I felt because I knew I must have come a long way, yet I did not feel I was walking long. I did not feel tired. It seemed the other kids just reached themselves, some still had to change their clothes. I ran inside, leaping & skipping all the way. I yelled, 'I'm home ,I'm home!!' My mother looked at me like I was strange & I was not about to tell her I fell asleep on the bus. That was the only time I did not meet her praying.
I recall something that was not so dramatic but I believe God was dealing with me as a child. There were two, three kids who were held back & were about 9 years old in the first grade. All were overweight. They could not read up to our level. I despised them. I liked to fight & run & play & they were sitting all the time looking pitiful.
I insulted one in particular. I remember asking God for forgiveness & thinking I will not be like that. I need to help her because she was lonely. I was not pleasing to God. I went to her in the cafeteria & asked her forgiveness. I went out of my way to sit next to her to eat lunch. She always asked me, every time until the day she left, why I was talking to her. She would say, 'I thought you hated me?' There was never a time I sat & talked to her she did not ask those questions. I decided I would never be in a group but talk to everyone. I decided I would be true to myself & do what things because I liked to not because everyone else was doing it. I was very conscious of God. As I was always asking Jesus what was truth, I felt I should start there.
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