Would you you believe me:
If I told you I was born to drug addicted parents?
If I told you, my parents did not graduate high school and were unmarried teenagers when they had me?
If I told you my life was set up to fail?
If I told you the dysfunction I was born into?
If I told you, I repeated the cycle and had my son at 17?
If I told you, I use to wear hand me downs until I was old enough to get my own job?
If told you, I grew up in the roughest neighborhoods in Boston?
If I told you, I ran with friends that sold drugs, carried weapons and destroyed people’s lives?
If I told you, I lost friends, some really close friends, to gang violence and jail?
If I told you there was a period in life, I was going to a funeral every month?
If I told you, one of those funerals had an infant casket?
If I told you, I would never wear skirts and my favorite clothes was timberland boots, baggy jeans and oversized shirts?
If I told you, I never liked attention or how I looked?
If I told you, for a short time living with one of my parents, I use to hide my money and jewelry?
If I told you, I didn’t celebrate graduating high school but was glad to not be a victim of the street?
If I told you, I ran the streets with a group of girls fighting rivals?
If I told you, I had anger issues?
If I told you, I almost went to jail (posted on the wall while they searched my car)?
If I told you, college didn’t seem like a possibility? I was just glad to survive.
If I told you, I ran into a crack house to ‘rescue’ one of my closest friends? Her mom called me – scared for her daughter’s life and I went straight to the projects (by myself) to find her.
If I told you, I never had my own room until I moved on my own?
If I told you, that son I had was never suppose to walk?
If I told you, I lived in the hospital for two months while that son recovered?
If I told you, I moved away (as soon as I could) out of concern for my son being caught in crossfire?
If I told you, I was so depressed I went from a size 6 to size 0 in three months?
If I told you, I could not even get out of bed for almost a year?
If I told you, they prescribed me tons of medication?
If I told you, the doctors said I would never recover but to hope for some sense of function?
What if I told you, I not only recovered but I prospered beyond anyone’s expectation in every area of my life? Exceedingly, Abundantly, Beyond what I could ask or think.
Would you believe if I told you that was the woman you see?
One word from God – shift my entire world and none of what happened could change the trajectory He would send me to.
‘“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,
before you were born I set you apart;
I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.” – Jeremiah 1:5
This is not just something I do, my life is Ministry. You can’t tell me Nothing!!
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” – Jeremiah 29:11
My testimony – ‘Reckless Love’ by Steffany Gretzinger | Bethel Music
My confession – ‘Bless Up’ by Koryn Hawthorne