Destined for Greatness: A Testimony of God’s Mercy

On the afternoon of December 12, 1997, at 1:50 p.m. I saw this world for the very first time, and some thought I wouldn’t live to see life outside of the four cold walls of that dark hospital.

The first few months and years of my life were spent with trips to and from hospitals. I spent most of my early childhood traveling anywhere from Montgomery, Alabama, to Birmingham, Alabama, all the way to Greenville, South Carolina.

At six weeks old, I was diagnosed with mild cerebral palsy. Not long afterwards, my small intestines ruptured, I was diagnosed with gangrene, and had suffered a stroke.

Seeing everything that I had been through having just been born, the medical staff basically said I wouldn’t live much longer.

I knew that if I wanted to see the light of day outside of the four walls of that Birmingham, Alabama hospital, I had to put up a fight.

I knew that my life was at stake. I knew I had to prove the medical staff wrong. I just knew I had to fight. Nobody in that hospital had given me even the slightest chance to make it, so it was all up to me.

Thankfully, God had greater plans for my life and saw me through those early horrors. Throughout the nearly 23 years of my life, I’ve survived multiple surgeries.

Through the years, I’ve seen my fair share of tragedy and triumph. At age 16, I lost four of my friends in the same year. With one of them being my lifelong best friend.

Even though I have faced many trials and tribulations in my short time, the one thing that has remained constant is the great and power mercy of God.

He has seen me on my best and worst days and has always remained at my side. Even though I will face much more adversity in the coming years of my life, I have no doubt that God, along with my guardian angels will see that I make it through the hard times safely.

I share my testimony not as a pity on me, but in hopes that my story will touch the hearts and lives of its readers. May it serve as a source of hope and inspiration.

God Bless you all.

Why Riot for Justice, When You Can Pray for Justice

Those of you know me, know that I’m not a political person at all, I just want what’s best for mankind.

But the state of this nation today has had me thinking, why are people rioting and encouraging violence while searching for justice?

You see, the rioting won’t help bring justice. It won’t help solve any situation of this matter.

All rioting and creating an uproar will do is make some people think that it is normal and perfectly fine to riot, and then what will we do?

Why create violence when you are protesting against violence?

What we as a nation should be doing is praying instead of burning so many things and places.

It saddens me to see that this is what we have come to. I just don’t see the logic in it all. None of it makes sense.

Stop indulging in violence when you are looking for justice in a violent situation and talk to God about it.

There is no wrong time to do the right thing and no right time to do the wrong thing.

God Bless.

Source: ajc.com