I Could Tell You About My Childhood

Posted on November 9th, 2015

I could tell you about my childhood; I could tell you about every bad and horrible situation I have been in. I could make you pity me, and perhaps even make you shed a few tears, because we all know life isn’t fair. Not to mention the world we live in would make you forget how many scriptures God devoted specifically to widows and orphans. Society will make you feel like your life has no value.

Around this time last year, I sat in Saltgrass with Jeannine Floores and told her I did not want to be a parent anymore. I couldn’t do it. A few months before that, I was a divorced mother of three working as a Patient Care Advocate and very happy. Then I was raped. In my own home, while my children slept in their rooms. I’ve always been very stubborn so I put up quite a fight. I spent months in the hospital, and when I was finally discharged, I had nothing, and was told by physical therapist and doctors that the medical field, which I loved, wasn’t something I would be able to do ever again.

I had lost everything. I was embarrassed that it could even happen to me. I was mad at God. I had no idea how I would provide for my children. I was broken physically, emotionally, and I had never felt utter hopelessness in my life. My plan was to place my children and kill myself.

About six years earlier I had been introduced to Breath of Life. I was at Sarah’s House, and they not only walked me through my pregnancy with my first child Eve, but also my second child Mya who would later be diagnosed with neuroblastoma. At the time I didn't know it, but now I am sure had I not been at Sarah’s House I would not be alive today. It was my time with Breath of Life that not only equipped me to navigate through life, but also raise my godly children. Breath of Life is the only example of God’s love on earth that I have had in my life. So much so, that at times I really didn't know how to receive so much love and didn’t understand why they even cared. Their love was so much like God’s love for us. Jeaninne loved on me and listened and spoke life into me and reminded me that God still loved me, even when I’m mad at Him.

A few months later I’m sitting in a Domestic Violence shelter. My face is swollen, my body is bruised again, but this time I’m not mad at God; I’m ready to do whatever he wants me to, I’m ready to go wherever he will lead me. I sit down to make a list of who my support system is, because I know that I will have to set myself apart from unhealthy relationships. Breath of Life is the only thing I write on that piece of paper.

I wish I had time to go into detail about the favor that is on my children’s lives because of Breath of Life. I wish I had time to explain the survival rate of neuroblastoma and the fact that my daughter is now five. I could tell you about Jeannine driving up to Fort Worth to attend court dates with me, making sure that my family never starved or experienced lack, not to mention them constantly interceding for me and my family.

During my stay at Sarah’s House Glenda and Kirby, the house parents, did something that nobody in my life had ever done: they had expectations. I completed my Phlebotomy course last month. Within weeks I was hired at one of the hospitals I use to consult at, that I never could have dreamed I would be working for. I couldn’t come back in front of the only people who love me unconditionally and  be a victim of my circumstances or a captive to my own bad decisions. I have seen girls  come and go. I have seen them bless their souls and break their hearts. Yet, the love and devotion everyone at Breath of Life pours into each girl never changes.

They say that when you become a parent you quote your mother. Well, I often quote Glenda Kyle. Glenda and Breath of Life are changing the world we live in one girl at a time. They are breaking generational curses, and healing a lost generation. They are loving the forgotten, the lost, the outcast, the black sheep. They are showing them God’s grace and mercy. They are showing women that they are daughters of a King, and He has a purpose for their lives. They are changing the world one girl at a time. They are planting the seed and only God knows what a mighty harvest Breathe of Life will have.

This ministry is why my three-pound preemie is seven, and a straight A student who loves classic art. ( She frowns on conceptual art.) She enjoys museums, math (I know), and symphonies. She also loves church and has already accepted Jesus into her heart. This ministry is why my five year old, who was diagnosed at two months old with cancer, is happy and healthy, and prays for everything including Doc McStuffins. This ministry has made me a better parent, a stronger woman, and changed the course of my life forever.  

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