Stop My Death Sentence Over My Daughter

When I was a child, every time I saw my mother crying and hurting from all the abuse induced by her husband, the person who was supposed to protect her, I ask God, why? I never received an answer. As the abuse continued and life went on, I was never able to forgive him for the suffering that he caused not only to my mother, but to me as well. I was carrying all the miseries from my childhood and taking out on the people who love and care for me. There was no closure for the pain and suffering. The only person that I saw comfort and security from was my father, a man who never allowed me to pity myself or blame myself for other's actions. He was always there for me until my eighteenth birthday when he decided that I was “old enough to be on my own;” it was his own way to attempt making me independent. Everything became blurry at that point in my life. There was nowhere to turn except the only person who had the opportunities in her eighty years to master the meaning of true forgiveness: my grandmother, Consuelo, which her name literally means to console. Living with her and listening to her life stories allowed me to comprehend

By the time I returned home safe, something miraculous had happened. I still have no recollection of any traumatic incident from my first journey away from the safety of “home.” I never knew until recently that my parents were worried to death. I only have memories of my family going to church, living a Christian life, and my parents active involvement in our home church. God worked in my parents hearts, orchestrating His will with the innocence of a child. Maybe they realized that only God the all-knowing, all-powerful Creator can protect and bless, “He giveth and taketh away (Job 1:21)… All good things are a gift from God (James 1:17).” I don’t know what exactly happened that day, but I do know this one fact. A child named Danielle with enthusiasm and passion to know God, changed a family forever. I attended Beth Eden Baptist School during my later elementary years, I was blessed to be home-schooled by my mother and father in junior High, and attended Maranatha Christian for High School, graduating in 1989. My life has been filled with exceptional events, joy, heartache, surprises, pain, loss, and miraculous

Have you ever been in a service, the preacher preached a powerful message? You chose to visit the altar and make vows to God that you would start a fast and that you would begin to pray every day. Then the next day someone would offer to buy your lunch? Or they would bring pizza for everyone on your job. At the beginning of the year, you make a New Year's resolution to read the Bible through in one year. Have you ever sat down to read and the telephone would ring? Or what about those touching messages you heard about the souls that are dying and going to hell, yet no one seems to be doing enough. Have you ever tried to witness and it seems that you have a family member that seems to invite their selves to your house?

I remember there was a time when my uncle had passed away and it hurt me for a while but I always had God there and I believed that I was going to overcome the situation and I did and I've always had situations not similar to that but situations where I need to trust God and overcome

Jeanne’s thirty year old son, my cousin, Walter, had a terrible accident and was in a coma for ten days on full life support. The doctors basically told her she needed to make the decision to take her only son off life support because they had never seen anybody recover from the excessive amount of brain damage he suffered from. Walter was not a Christian, but that did not stop my aunt from praying for him continuously. She informed the doctors that they were going to see something unbelievable and they did. As Walter deified all odds and began to recover my aunt transformed her life so she could transform his. She left her life in Maryland and moved to Denver to help Walter through his months of recovery, and she started a revival in his life. She showed him Jesus and preformed one selfless act after another all in obedience to God, where she truly displayed what it means to be a revivalist. This story is an example of opportunities everybody has in their lives to live out the meaning of being a

The word of God has brought me through some of the most difficult times in my life. Almost three years ago now, my family suffered a great loss. It really affected me. There was a point in time when I let the pain and guilt of that tragedy eat me up. God brought me out of that dark place I was in and He made my faith stronger. God revealed to me that He has a greater plan. Today, looking back I see how God used that tragedy to help grow my faith in the midst of the hurt. Now I can talk to and be there for people who go through the same thing. Where we are in life, when we are in God’s will, is exactly where we need to be!

As I was thinking, I turned my head to the left and there I saw a crowd of people sitting outside in the hallway, but the one who caught my attention was an old lady(short;wrinkled skin) getting up and leaving the building. As I got up and went after her, I noticed that she was crying and so I asked her what was wrong with her and she responded: I came all the way here and He didn’t show up. The I replied: who didn’t show up? This lady responded in a very high tone and still crying: God! I asked her what she needed and why she needed such thing to happen, but she only a list of blessings she needed ( that’s the only way I can really describe the list because I don’t remember her asking for any material things).

Up until this moment, this first encounter with my grandmother’s death , my relationship with God has never been this broken. It took me seventeen years to realize the linguistic persecution that my grandmother had felt for two. Once I finally did, my self-identity completely changed. Therefore the time when I challenged a belief was when the death of my grandmother occurred. I challenged this belief that goes by the name of “Christianity”.I chose to challenge Christianity, because the bible says christ takes you through nothing you can not handle , the sorrow was too much to bear I had little to no time to prepare for such catastrophic event that happened in the wink of an eye literally . When I got the news that my grandmother had passed

I had lost my youngest daughter in a custody battle with her father when she was five years old and found myself hating him, the judge, guardian ad litem, and those who was involved in the case for many years. One Friday after work, I went to pick my daughter up for my visitation weekend from his mother’s home, but while there I saw her father in the sitting room sick laying on the couch, looking sick, so I just picked my daughter up and went to the car. But when I sat down in the car, I started talking to myself about how sick he looked, then the Lord tell me to proceed back into the house and provoke him to receive salvation. But after a few minutes of sitting in the car arguing with God about why

On 06/15/15, God gave me the opportunity to witness to a 57 year old African America about the Lord. The conversation was very unique because Peggy Myers began to convey to me the problems she was having in her immediate family. She stated that she was no longer in love with her husband because she later found out in their marriage that he had father several children in his first marriage that he never told her about. She also stated that he was married when they first met 27 years ago, but he never told her. I asked Peggy did she love him, she replied, “no.” She said that the feelings that she had for him no longer exist because he was living a double life and that he never told her. I asked her was he still married to the other women she replied, “He was not honest with her.”

I wouldn’t even try to look up because it hurt too much. My family was usually indifferent or mad at me for my choices. I felt like I had no one. Luckily, I had an amazing and truly inspired Young Women’s President. She came often to encourage my sisters and me to go to activities, and she would even pick us up for church. One day we had this youth activity where the leaders took each of us on our own and just asked how everything was going. I hadn’t really told anyone about my figurative jump off the cliff, but I couldn’t handle being numb anymore and decided to let her know some. She was horrified and sad at the same time. I was ready for her to offer a “I’m so sorry” and then treat me like we never talked about it. But her response was the exact opposite. She started pushing more. She got me in with the Bishop, and we worked on my repentance. I knew it was the right path, but I still had a really hard time with it. One day my Young Women’s President took me home and told me a simple sentence that changed everything. She said, “God really loves you, Jade. He wanted me to tell you that.” I remember crying because I didn’t feel like anyone could love me. That’s when I started having faith. I often struggled with my trials, but I started to rely on the Lord. Only when I gave God my faith did I begin to change. My heart changed. I was so thankful. I know I wouldn’t have been able to get out of the hole I was in without the Atonement. It changed me and carried me through the guck. I felt love I never thought I would get. The Atonement is by far the most important gift I have ever

When my grandmother was murdered, I did not see the blessing in the situation. I would have liked a “quick fix” to take away my pain, but I had to come to grips with the emotional turmoil of what had happened. Finding the courage to face my pain and situation opened my heart to a place of gratitude, and ultimately to an experience of divine grace. Standing in the prison, I held the man who had murdered my grandmother in my arms, forgave him, and asked him to forgive himself. In that moment, I experienced awe, gratitude, and unconditional love.

My journey with God started in February of 1993, when I went to a ladies’ conference in Columbus, Texas. It was while the speaker was explaining that she knew there were some of us out in the audience, who felt guilty about something they had done in their past, and they did not feel that God could forgive them for it. But then she quoted from God’s word; “For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, not principalities, no things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Rom 8:38-39 NASB) The speaker continued on to say that all we need to do is

Unfortunate, for my family, God word did do just what He says it would be done, although at the time I did not understand what would happen to me when I decided to choose Jesus over my daughter and our dysfunctional family curses where we sexual abusing our children had been passed down through our family generations. On the other hand, I do remember the righteous prays of my grandmothers because she spent three days walking around her house in real prays for my life and after the three day’s where up she says to me that she was told by God that she had to send me back to mother in order for God to use me. However, I could not understand her when she