September 23, 2000; Tragedy struck my home as well as my heart; I was broken beyond recognition. I was given the most devastating news; that no mother should have to ever bear. I was informed that my 19 years old daughter Lakeisha and her unborn child Nia were tragically shot and was pronounced dead on the scene. I embraced the most dreadful, excruciating pain; that permeated throughout my being. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably; my heart was hemorrhaging; life was taken from me. I was wounded; I felt defeated and depleted; existing, yet not living. I cried out to God and He heard my cry; and informed me that my pain was my power.
I trusted Him because I knew God was my only hope for survival. I allow God to mend my brokenness by praying, fasting, and studying his word. I had to embrace pain, shifting my tragedy to triumph and my pain to power. God begin to speak to me concerning my daughter’s and grand-daughter’s death. He comforted me through my period of travailing tears. In 2001, I started monthly women’s prayer meeting in my home; as well as women’s retreats; feeding the homeless; and opening my home for temporary shelter. God was birthing new life in me; I was now pregnant with a purpose; MERCYSEAT.
Out of a broken vessel, God impregnated my womb with women; beaten to an emotional death, bruised, completely broken, and whose hearts were veiled with scars. I began travailing as a woman in labor, having contractions that exceeded the realm of the flesh and superseding in the spirit. The pulse of my pain was so intensified, that I then realized God’s divine plan for my life was giving birth to daughters,(women broken beyond recognition) restoring everything that the enemy (satan) had stolen; since that dreadful night of losing my daughter and granddaughter. God entrusted me with an assignment that embraces the epitome of wounded women; giving them hope; in the midst of their petrifying circumstances by exhibiting the Heart of God and testifying where He brought me from. My tragedy took me on a journey of passion that was generated from the Heart of God. MY PAIN IS MY POWER,WHICH PRODUCES MY PLATFORM! TO GOD BE THE GLORY!!!!!!!
My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the King: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
The thief (enemy) comes only to steal, kill, and destroy; I came that they may have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.
GOD USE ME