“I knew you before I formed you in your mother’s womb. Before you were born I set you apart and appointed you as my prophet to the nations.”
Jeremiah 1:5 NLT
As a child I loved hearing my mother tell “my story”, for it was different from any of the other kids around me.
My Story: I was six months old when my mother made the decision, to allow another family to take me into their new home. She had just met them a few days after my birth. She had been connected to this couple, who had just won the lottery in Ohio, and was ready to start a new life. They came down to Florida, and married four days after I was born. After meeting me, I was told they instantly fell in love and wanted to take me in as their God child. Jokingly, my mother told me that they offered to buy me. (Yeah, a bit extreme).
They ended up being appointed as my God Parents. My mother was twenty at the time, and soon got pregnant again. After finding out she was pregnant, she informed my God parents. My God mother insisted that she let me come with them for a few months until she got on her feet. Those few months turned into 7 years. During those years, I traveled back and forth from Florida to Pennsylvania, many times I traveled alone. It became the norm for me. I had two different sets of parents: I had a biological father in prison, and a single mother who was enjoying her youth. Then I had a set of wealthy, Christian parents, who not only “gave me the world,” but introduced me to Christ.
As a kid, my God parents raised me in a church called “Pentecostal House of Prayer”, where my God mother is now the pastor. They were strong in their faith and raised me to be as well. After deciding I was ready to move back to Florida, life soon changed. Though my mother wasn’t wealthy, she was my mother, and I was ready to get to know her. She was now somewhat stable, and at a place where she could raise me and my sister. Coming back to her was like a dream come true. Though the lifestyle was fairly different, I managed to adjust. I no longer attended church every week, I no longer got everything I asked for, and I know longer slept in my own room or had my own bed. I had to learn to adjust. However, I was able to share the gospel with my mother, she would feel convicted, and take me to church here and there.
By the age of 14, I was going to church consistently on my own. I found a loving, caring church family at “Victory Temple Whole World of Truth”. There they took take care of me until the day I got married. Sometimes growing up I would regret ever coming back to Florida because I know longer “had the world”, I was now introduced to the struggle. However, what I still had was my knowledge of God. No one could take that from me, and no one could come between that, it was established. As I look back… I ask myself, “Where would I be, without Him?” After going back and forth as a kid, going from a stable home to an unstable home, I still managed to have a relationship with Him. Regardless of what age I was or where I was, He was still with me. What an amazing God!
What makes you a W.A.V.E?
When you look up the definition of Achieve you find the word “Accomplish”. Now when you look up the word victory you find the definition “defeating the enemy”.
What makes me a WAVE is each day I am striving to be the best in Christ I can be with His help. Keeping my eyes on Him and not looking back. That’s how I succeed at defeating the enemy.