Anonymous testimony "Thank God For Preserving Me" on 6/07/2016, 7:52pm...
My testimony goes back from when, I was just a little girl with hopes, and dreams of becoming a very rich and caring person, only because I loved people so much, and I just wanted to help others. My desire was to graduate from high school, and go to the Air Force, but that didn't happen, I was with child in my senior year, so I dropped out of school.
I hurt my Mother badly, and I was hurt also. My Mother told me, that everything she did for me, was going to my son at the time. I have no regrets today my son has retired from the Navy, married and living a good life, he's about to get his Doctrine degree.
Well I became an alcoholic at age 19. I could remember the first time, I blackout and it was scary, because I would drank, but not to the point, where I couldn't remember what I had done. It just kept happening over and over again, until the point where, I was hopeless. My Mother and oldest sisters would take care of my children. My second son, my sister came, to me and said, that she knew I wasn't ready to stop running the streets and drinking that alcohol, so she ask me to take him, and he was only 2 months.
My Mother died in 1981, and my oldest sister died 2 years later, and I was a wreck at the time. My next to the oldest sisters, had my children taken from me, they kept them. I left, this was in 1988. I went to live in Houston Texas, I went to a college out there for Data Entry, Word Processing. I couldn't afford to stay in school, so I got a job. I was still drinking heavy. The man I left and went to Houston with was on crack. I had no idea of that.
One morning, we woke up and the car was gone, he told me something had happen to it. After some time, he couldn't hide it anymore, and it was sad, because I had my baby boy down there with me. I left him and went live with this old lady I had met, and became friends with. She was selling the crack, I started to smoke crack, but Glory be to God I didn't like the high, or God didn't allow me to become addicted, because God does know our heart.
I was living in danger. Those apartments, I was living in, Lord Jesus, Thank you. We would have to hit the floor, people would past through there shooting, it was a drug area.
Well God allowed me to come back home a year and a half later. I went live with my older sister, but not for long. One day I was so depress, I told her I wanted to die, She told me to go run in from of one of those cars passing in the street. I started laughing. I then call Lake Charles, and went to the get some help. I went to Lafayette and went to a halfway house. I was working in the North Gate Mall, There was a church in the back of the mall, Pastor Kerney Thomas. I started going to prayer on my lunch break, and every time I would go back to the halfway house I was singing praising to God, I was so happy in the spirit.
Well I was told that I couldn't stay sober, by going to church, I had to work a program, so I said that's not what my God said. I was put out, and had to be out by 5:00 the next day. I went to work, and on my lunch break I went to prayer. I was crying so much, and we prayed, The pastor said that I would find a house soon as I left the church, but God had my place to live right in the church. Mrs Dorothy said, you have a job, and that she had a little house in her back yard, already furnish, look at Jesus, and another lady in the church put $40.00 in my hand. I was so happy, when I went back to work, I didn't even eat. I hadn't got paid, so I gave Mrs. Dorothy those $40.00.
I started drinking again. In 1992, on New Years day, I caught a DWI going back to Lafayette, after being in Opelousas, after drinking all night long. The good thing about that experience, I quit drinking. I move back home in 1993, went to court and got my children back, by the grace of God.
I was saved and fill with the Holy Ghost for 13 years, when I faced persecution. In 1996 I was on the section 8 housing voucher program. I was seeing this man that was no good for me. I had left him along, and I meant that, so I was at home me and my son, listening to music, he seen that my best friend son was there, so he walk in and hit me, and my son stab him. My landlord told them, that he never had a problem with me, and I kept my section 8. The landlord that sign my looking slip, his worker had a problem with me, so she wrote the Section 8 housing voucher program with all kinds of insane reasons, and I was terminated, but I fought back, because the deceased Mr. Daniell White, brought me a eviction notice, that wasn't sign or dated. I got Legal Aid, and they help me to keep my section 8, but when I turn suit on White, none of the Lawyers from Legal Aid wanted to come and represent me, so I gave-up, and I LET MY VOUCHER GO, AND WENT LIVE WITH MY SISTER FOR A YEAR.
In 2002, I got back on the section 8 Housing Voucher Program, only to get set-up, The LANDLORD THAT SIGN MY VOUCHER THIS TIME RENTED TO SOMEONE ELSE. I knew something was strange, my section 8 worker allowed it. She told me to come in and sign another looking slip, and I did. I had already wrote HUD about that. I lived on those 2 vouchers, for a year.
When I got ready to move it was all kind of hate. A third landlord sign my voucher, he rented 2 apartments on me, but he rented apartment 16 to me. My cousin Donna k, was cleaning it, and she had to go to work, so I got the key from her, because really, she didn't know what was going on. This time I had made a copy of the looking slip. The Marshall kept coming to my house, and my grandchild was there, so I resign from the program, but stayed in the apartment until it went to court. I was persecuted for that, because I fought for my rights to fair housing.
I was through in jail, my family turn against, I was put on a false name and date of birth. MY LEG WAS MESS UP WITH SOME FORM OF WITCH-CRAFT, I WAS WATCH ON CAMERA, WASHINGTON DC WAS DOWN HERE IN OPELOUSAS LA. I DRANK OF POISON, THAT WAS PUT IN ORANGE JUICE. MRS TRUDY CRIDDLE WAS THE INVESTIGATING OFFICER SENT FROM HUD TO HELP ME, SHE TURN AGAINST ME. GOD KNOWS, THAT IT'S SO MUCH MORE. I AM LIVING WITH ALL THIS. MY PHONE IS TAPPED, MY COMPUTER IS HACKED, BUT IN SPITE OF IT ALL, I STILL HAVE MY JOY. THE JOY OF THE LORD IS MY STRENGTH. PERSECUTED, BUT MY GOD PRESERVED ME. I AM STILL HERE, I'M STILL ALIVE, I'M STILL BLESS, AND I'M ON MY WAY TO MY DESTINY, BECAUSE THE FAVOR OF GOD IS UPON MY LIFE. IN THE NAME OF JESUS, AMEN.