The Power Of Humility? The One Reason Why Things Have Radically Changed For Me One More Time ….

Indeed! My Father was a MAN, but! I saw him cry. Real man do cry. I shall never forget that amazing moment.

The Fire. The Death Of Carlitos. I Saw My Father’s Tears….

I was just 8 years-old. I was standing at the entrance of our sleeping house. I had just gotten up. The kitchen house had gone up in flames along the whole year’s supplies while I slept.

I was perplexed. My grandmother and the rest of the help were cooking on the remaining coals from the fire. The hut had burnt to the ground. The efforts from the 40 field workers to quench the fire did not avail.

My new born baby brother Carlitos had died. Papa–so tall as he was, dressed in his high boots and kaki trousers and long sleeves shirt? He paused by my side. O what a vivid memory! Don’t know if he even saw me. He paused, his tears flowing he lamented, “He was just a month old!”

Not tears about the fire. Tears about his son. Wow! Real man do cry!

The End Of My Beautiful World ….

Shortly afterwards, he moved us to another of his farms and my whole beautiful world turned out not so beautiful anymore. I had loved that beautiful spot on these earthly grounds.

That Beautiful World? The Cradle Where This TRUE Story Began….

Dear Reader, welcome to THE FAMILY. A TRUE STORY. That beautiful world that was wrenched from that unsuspecting 8-year-old little girl? The cradle where this TRUE story began.

The Beauty Of The Beginning Turns Into A Horror For That Unsuspecting Child….

The later years? Mark the most gruesome of childhoods for that unsuspecting 8-yrs-old child. The new farm had no resemble to her cherished beautiful green world, but!

Children do adjust. Only the shock that followed shortly after that brutal change of location? Again, she was wrenched from that location! The new location? Boarding School.

A torture chamber on the guise of education.

There that child suffered 6 long years of torture. Why? Lack of communication. Lack of consideration for the needs of any other than one’s needs.

Lack Of Communication Engenders Broken Relationships.

Some 70 years later? Not much difference, but! That’s what is called ‘life’ on this insanity ridden world. Regardless! This worldly ‘life’? Not eternal, thank goodness!

THE FAMILY?

That’s THE FAMILY ALWAYS TO BE. That beautiful world of that 8-yrs-old unsuspecting child shall be restored! The beauty of that future world?

My profile. Who am I? Past. Present. 1. Past. A woman with a dysfunctional past big time. No matter what I did or not did? I could not function in the society of mankind. 2. Present. A functional woman—a human being under the care & protection of the Almighty Father/Creator of our beings. 3. In the past? A defeated woman saddled not only with the Dysfunctional label but also with the Bipolar, Manic Depressive & Schizophrenic labels. 4. In the present? An overcoming woman by The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky! 5. By The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky? I have overcome not only the Dysfunctional label but also all the labels this world saddles on all unsuspecting human beings. I am now an inspirational writer. I write to give witness or evidence of the Mighty Presence of our Father/Creator.in my heart & in my practical life. Whatever for? What would my witness do for you? Woa! You got me there! But, right before Yahushua was caught up in the clouds to go to the right hand of the Father, Yahushua said, Acts 1:6-8 It is not for you to become acquainted with and know what time brings [the things and events of time and their definite periods] or fixed years and seasons (their critical niche in time), which the Father has appointed (fixed and reserved) by His own choice and authority and personal power. But you shall receive power (ability, efficiency, and might) when the Set-Apart Spirit has come upon you, and you shall be My Witnesses in Jerusalem and all Judea and Samaria and to the ends (the very bounds) of the earth. … In view of the above Scriptures the writer records the journal of her daily living to give an account—to witness of the work that the Almighty Creator of our beings has done and continues to do in her life. I am a witness of the Almighty Creator of our beings in my heart & soul and in my practical daily existence! This is not a bogus claim but a reality in the life of the Author/Publisher of one of these books or SITES that you are now viewing! Thanks for your kind attention!

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