The story of my birth is similar to my life's story. I was born in the mist of a rain storm, which shouldn't be confused with the weather. I thank God for surviving me to live through many more storms even after the first. I was born into a world of hate, and the Lord has carried me through a life of envy, strife, and confusion as a child, only to strengthen me spiritually; to meekly stand bold on his words as a free spirited grown woman. My Father sent me to be born unto an extended family of 8 siblings. The oldest was the only one whose infallible love accepted me on the day of my birth. The others had to adjust to the idea of having me around. As a child, I knew and understood how the impurities of the world makes people think they are better than others. After my childhood experiences, I've grown to understand that people love to put others down to build themselves up. Putting down the dignities of others, gives them a false sence of hope of being more virtuously religious and closer to God than those whom they despise. What strengthens me to weather the storms of my life is the love of my Father who sent me unto the world for a season, and knowing he loves me in spite of my imperfections. He ordained me to share my pain with the world, not to influence the world to have worldly sympathy, but to gain the hearts of them to have empathy, to understand that their faults and failings has not the power to prevail against the will of God's love for all mankind. When the blood of Jesus was shed he died to save all without excluding any. It is by the all merciful, love and grace of God that all mankind are free spirited individuals who are taught not by man, but by the anointed. 2Cor.13:5 "Examine yourselves, whether ye be in the faith; prove your own selves, how that Jesus Christ is in you, except ye be reprobates?
