Introduction--Part III: My Husband

One day soon, I'm gonna have pictures of my entire family available
for all to see. But I guess, until then, you'll have to see jsut as I
do. *Smile*

In 1994, I had a relationship that ended quite disasterously. I mean,
it was pretty bad. The Lord was with me though. I went through
tremendous physical and emotional and spiritual healing afterwards.
This process took about six years.

During those six years, I was pretty hateful towards all men,
including, and especially, my father. I never considered getting
married or even having a boyfriend. I was truly hurt.

I started working in 2000 at the Great Lakes Center for Independent
Living. This guy intrigued me. So down I went--another road that ended
in a bad relationship. The Lord just used him to say to me, "I can't
be with you. I'm not good enough for you."

I remember feeling that my heart was being ripped in two. We had spent
lots of time together talking. I had witnessed to him, but he chose
not to give his life to God. I vividly remember feeling like rivers
would shoot from my eyes when the Lord stopped me from crying. That
was deep. I liked this guy sooooo much, but I know that he was right,
he wasn't the one for me. God Himself had kept him from me and me from
him.

In 2001, I met this guy and we became good friends. I definitely
wasn't trying to get with him. After all, all my attempts were futile.
I had designed to wait on the Lord. Anyway, this guy and I were
friends.

He told me that he was the grandson of a preacher in Belleville.
Indeed, I sensed a person who had been running away from his own
calling from God. I also sensed a guy who had a message to deliver to
many. I told him that. He was stunned. No one had ever spoken that
word to him.

I also told him that I felt that he had a mask on. What the world saw
was not the real him. Inwardly, I was intrigued and wanted to know the
real person inside. I guess it reminded me of how folks with outward
disabilities are treated many times.

People, that don't know about something tend to shy away from it. Many
of them aren't willing to stay around and get to know the real you. If
they do, they feel sorry for you and pity you. That goes for people in
and out of the church--sad to say.

Anyway, I decided to stay around and get to know this guy--simply as a
friend. My mom and I were his first visitors at the hospital when his
toe was amputated. I witnissed to him and he came to our church. We
prayed with him and read the Bible with him. Somehow, he had become a
part of our family--and that was fine with me. I wasn't looking to him
as a boyfriend--I would always care for him as my big brother.

Time passed. He began to grow in God. As with all of us, the growth
was sometimes very slow, but steady. He would accompany me to meetings
and such, many times being my eyes and a great help to me. He would
show me flowers as we walked down the streets. No one had ever done
this. We laughed and talked a lot. He was a good friend.

I too, had deliverance to go through. Because of Chris' persistance,
the Lord used him to help me get lots of deliverance as well. My
attitude used to be a mess. Chris might tell you that it is still a
mess, but I have come a long way. I was reeeeeeeealy a trip. One
minute I was cool. The next minute, I was mad as hell with him. Chris
always kept his cool though with me and my jacked-up attitude and was
there when I came back from my tripped-out zone.

Chris had lots of physical problems when we first met him. He
practically lived in the hospital, didn't eat right and the whole
works. We, our family, saw him come off the diabetic needle; go less
to the hospital; and actually have stable health. These are miracles
that only the God of heaven and earth could accomplish. And believe
me, we, including Chris, give God all the glory.
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