I started on a journey in life that increased my faith in God. It all started with growing up in a Christian home with six sisters and three brothers.
Our parents were soul mates. They respected us as children and never said or did anything inappropriate before us.
We went to church on Sundays and ate dinner with our Grandparents. My father died when I was seventeen and my mother never remarried.
I got engaged and married a Deacon from my church. He served God, and we attended church about three times a week. Something changed him, and he became bitter and started to do drugs, and became a womanizer.
I stayed in the marriage for about ten years, hoping he would commit his life back to God. My faith looked up to thee for help and answers.
I became bitter towards him because I felt he wanted me and not God.
I knew God was taking me to another level, but I could not see the picture. Then, I met a friend from high school who had also gone through a divorce.
I was trying to fix my broken heart after a failed Pentecostal marriage. Our friendship was brief, and I found myself with a child.
Physicians told me that I was high risk and the child and I were seriously in danger. I thought of God and the faith that had never left me and asked God for my child's life and my own.
I committed to God that I would live for him forever and raise my child with him as our Savior. Today, my daughter is a 31 years old Christian leading others to Christ.
The unbelievers saw me as an unmarried woman raising a child alone; I was exposed and rejected by many.
I prayed that at least one or two would hear my story and give me a second chance. So I testified about my life with God, but somehow many turned it for bad.
Only Jesus knew my suffering, and he made me strong. Today, my daughter and I are trying to start our own business.
God will make a way; I thank Him for the pain and rejections because I learned to trust Him even more.