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This is a testimony about a woman of God that has by His loving grace overcome many of life's hardest challenges. This is truly a classic example, story that testifies to any believer, that what the devil means for evil and destruction, God can turn around for His good will and purposes. In this book contains an account of how God can take someone that has experienced a rough early childhood, broken homes, domestic abuse, family dysfunction, drugs, suicide, emotional and sexual abuse, and still recover and even be made for greater things. Also, there were moments in her life where the glory of God would show up in signs and wonders. She attributes all of her victories and explains that she could not have made it without the help of her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. This book retells the story from the early years of her childhood and brings her story to the present time. If you have been abused and mistreated this testimony will bless you.
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Janet lives in southern Illinois, with her husband and three kids. She has had a very rough past and by the grace of the Lord is currently living in victory from overcoming her past. Her passion is to minister and make life better for those that have also gone through rough pasts. She is committed to being a servant to Jesus Christ, a mother and wife. She is currently a full-time mom and in full-time ministry. Until recently she has had the opportunity to really experience the love of God in a whole other way. God is currently equipping her for service to the Lord and preparing her to bring the light and love of Jesus to a hurting world.Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:
1 John 5:5 “Who is he who overcomes the world, but he who believes that Jesus is the Son of God?” (NKJV)
The testimony of my life began 33 years ago. I grew up in a single parent household and I am the third oldest of 4 children. My family was low income and my childhood was not the greatest. Some of the memories use to be unbearable and hard to cope with at times. I was raised with my brother, and most of the time my sisters lived with my grandparents. My mom was young and the boyfriends she had while we were growing up, well they liked to party so therefore she did too.
From as early as the age of 3 and up until I was around 10, I had been molested by different “friends” of my parents while they were over at our house partying. I remember the first time it had ever happened, me and my brother were in our shared bedroom at the time and we were playing with our change from a piggy bank when this African American man came in our room and sat on the bed in between me and my brother. He pretended to help my brother count change while he put his hand under my dress, then my brother looked up and saw what was happening and the guy stopped and quickly left the room. Then my brother asked me what he was doing to me and I told him, so we agreed to go out to the kitchen to tell our parent what had just happened. As we were walking into the kitchen to tell our parent, I remember looking down at the kitchen table and seeing drugs and alcohol all over the table.
My parent was under the influence of drugs and alcohol at the time, but we told the whole truth and the response was looking at us and said “your lying, go back in the bedroom and play.” I had never felt so confused, shocked and betrayed all at the same time then that moment of realizing what my own parent had just said to me.
Another occasion shortly after that my parent had some friends over again to party and I was in the bedroom with my siblings where we all slept and I was on the floor asleep when I woke up to my parents “best friend” at the time and her husband molesting me while I slept. When they realized I was waking up they stopped and focused their attention on pleasing each other.
Those are just a couple of the memories I have of being molested by people who were supposed to be trusted in our home. Meanwhile my school life wasn’t any better. I didn’t have many friends and I was bullied a lot because of being very poor and wearing dirty clothes that had holes and stains in them and it didn’t help that most of the time they were my brother’s clothes.
On top of those problems I had a very bad lazy eye that I had corrective surgery on at the age of 5 but it didn’t correct it all the way. I was called names like “four eyes,” “cross eyed,” and even picked on by my own siblings at times. The kids at school were pretty cruel. They had a special way of isolating me and not including me in anything and making me feel invisible. They never played with me, they made fun of me, jumped me, and beat me up. I could never tell what hurt more, the bullying and teasing from at school or from at home.
Due to the lifestyle at home we started to move around a lot. I had hoped that by moving around a lot that the bullying would stop or lessen but it didn't. I recall one of the places that we lived in was a small efficiency apartment above a T.V. repair shop. That apartment only had a living room area and a kitchen area it was pretty much an open floor room. Off to the side of the room was a small closet cut into the wall and it only stood 4 foot high. Inside that closet were palates on the floor were my brother and I slept on. I remember many nights lying awake in fear not being able to fall asleep, because we were in pitch darkness with spiders and bugs. My brother and I tried to make the best of it and pretended that it was our little club house.
One of the other places we lived in was a mobile home that was shared with another family. It was so overcrowded and cluttered with people, I remember the living room was no longer a living room but a huge mound of laundry. That neighborhood wasn't any better either, the neighborhood boys lured me to a swimming pool at one of their houses and they attempted to strip my clothes off but I managed to get away. As normal we didn't stay there very long until we moved again. This time we moved into a house that was actually big enough for all of us. Although I was still sleeping on the floor, at the time I thought, that this was actually going to be much better than before. But it wasn't. I was molested again by a family friend and the kids around there were as the kids before. I was teased again and bullied because of my lazy eye and the clothes I wore.
One of my sisters and her boyfriend ended up moving in with us, so I didn't feel so alone anymore. She had started becoming the mom figure to me. She would actually make sure that my brother and I were fed and that there was food in the house, because my mom's boyfriend at the time would hide the food and keep it all for himself. After 9 years of my mom being with that man, she had found someone else and we moved again.
This time when we moved we were in a better school district and for the first time that I could remember I had a bed I could sleep on. It was difficult at first to make friends, but I made a couple friends. I actually started to like life better now that I was in a stable home and that I wasn't being molested or bullied as much. I even found a church to attend. I became really faithful to this church. This is where I got saved, got baptized, sang in the choir, and participated in all of the holiday chorus programs and plays. My life had meaning during those four years since I had come to know the Lord, until we had to move again during my Sophomore year in high school.
Psalm 27:10 “When my Father and Mother forsake me,then the Lord will take me up.”
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