A Dead Man Can't Love U: (A Lesson Learned)

As Shardaé sat quietly looking into his lifeless heart he takes his last breath. With tears running down her face she started to scream, no! Somebody do something! I can’t lose him; he’s all I have left! Resuscitate him! Please somebody help me! This can’t be happening to us; we vowed to love each other forever!How could this be happening? Other people’s relationships end not ours; other men are unfaithful not him; other men continuously beat their women, not him. Not him, not us and not now! This is the man I was supposed to marry. What am I going to do with my wedding dress and the invitations?How do I explain the sudden death of the relationship to my friends and family? Somebody, tell me how am I suppose to live without him after I’ve been in love with him for so long.

October 1991, while preparing to leave for a three-day women's conference I began interceding that God would bestow his blessing upon us. As I began to pray a tongue came forth out of my spirit that I had never heard before. Besides, it was the first time that I had ever spoken in tongues where words were actually formed. All the other times my spiritual language sounded like a baby making noises. But this time they were syllables forming words of another language that I had never heard or learned much less to speak out of my mouth. As I continued to pray in the spirit the tongues seemed to take control over my tongue. Then the experience that would change my life forever happened. I found myself in somewhat of a trance. It was as if someone had turned on a television in my mind. I heard a voice say "this is you!" And when I looked, behold I saw a hand that held a vase that was filled with cracks, yet it was not broken. As I looked upon the vase I could feel the afflictions of my brokenness, the shame of my past, a sense of emptiness, and the pains of rejection. As I began to weep I heard the voice again say "this is you, but I am going to set you in a museum for the whole world to see!" When I looked again, behold I saw a museum filled with pictures and sculptures of fine art. In the corner stood a tall un-occupied stool and as the hand holding the cracked vase moved toward the stool, behold, I saw a transformation of the vase. It began to radiate light and all of a sudden the cracks disappeared and it shined of sparkling gold. I saw the hand take that vase and gently place it on the stool. As the hand moved away from it again I heard the voice say "this is you, I am going to put you in a museum for the whole world to see!" I remember just sitting in awe. When I came to myself I called a friend to share my experience. She said, "Connie God has chosen you for a great work. Now trust him to let you know what that is in his time. God wou