I hesitated on making any posts about the recent events that have taken place in mines and my families life. But as I am up battling a migraine headache that I’ve had for the past two days. I felt a little better this morning enough to get up and straighten up my house that’s a mess. Notice that I said straighten up…not spring cleaning. lolol

So I’m washing clothes, dishes, sweeping, disinfecting and all of that. Like many of you, I like to listen to music when I clean. So I plug into my YouTube playlist, and the first song to play was “Deliver Me”, sung by LeAndria Johnson. I made it through that song without breaking down or shouting which is something that my children are used too when I pump up the volume on my Gospel music.

But it wasn’t until the song “Safe in His Arms” by Milton Brunson came on that I began to release all of that I was holding inside of me. My daughter came into the kitchen to ask me something, and as always, I’ll turn and start singing to her the song by Shirley Caesar “After the nine months that I carried you…No Charge”. She hates when I do that. lolol

But instead I just started singing and pointing to her. I was joking around with her as I always do when I sing, but somewhere in between the verse “And He leads me beside the quiet streams, He restores my failing health, and “When the storms, when the storms of life are raging and the billows roll. I’m glad He shall hide me safe in His arms”.

I’m glad He shall hide me turned into one of those Shirley Caesar moments when in one of her songs she talks about how she and her siblings were playing church and something got a hold to her and she started shouting…for real.

So as I’m singing the verse “He shall hide me” in my daughters face. I closed my eyes, my arms went up in the air and they didn’t come back down. My head bowed down and before I knew it, I was balling, shouting thank you Lord for your grace and your mercy. Thank you God for covering me and my family. Just thank you Lord that in spite of what the enemy and all my enemies are trying to do. That you still show up and show out every time. That no matter what God, you are always right there and on time.

You see, I may not be in Church every Sunday, But I know God. I was raised in the Church, I grew up in the Church. Even when we weren’t at Church, when in the presence of my Grandma Mattie the Church services continued daily in her house. You knew and saw the power of God in her and through her. Therefore, I grew up knowing and believing that God is real because I saw it in her and how she lived.

The events that have taken place over the past couple of weeks are just a fraction of how God kept me and my family safe in his arms. On Monday after Mother’s Day, I was off work and at home. That afternoon I went upstairs to take a quick nap before my daughter got home from school. The weather was nice and breezy that day so I had my windows opened to let some fresh air in. As I was laying across my bed, I was texting with a friend and I started to smell something burning. I began saying to myself that I know that I don’t have a candle burning, because that was earlier that morning. The smell was getting stronger and stronger and because I live out in the country, it’s not uncommon for neighbors to burn weeds and trash.

I closed my eyes to take a nap, and the smell began to smell like rubber, and I began hearing popping noises. So something said get up and go see what that is. I headed down the stairs and made it to my den and didn’t smell or see anything burning. I walked towards my kitchen and saw an orange glow coming from my carport shed. I looked out and the entire wall was on fire.

Then it dawned on me that the shed had gasoline, diesel, paint, fertilizer, and other chemicals inside of it. Nevertheless, the table that was also on fire had two propane tanks under it and we had two larger propane tanks on the wall. I was like “aww hell, this house is going to blow up. Let me get the hell out of here”. I reached for the fire extinguisher and it didn’t work. But it turned out that I was squeezing the wrong handle. When you are in panic mode. You cannot think straight. So now I’m calling 911, and as I’m giving the dispatcher my address, the flames were getting bigger. She yells “get as far away from the house as possible”. My dizzy self decides next that I need to save my precious car. lmbo
The dispatcher says, “Ma’am do not move the car”. By now I’m already in it and backing it up. For whatever dumb reason, I felt that I needed to save my car. Needless to say, the fire department made it to the house and put out the fire . What I thought caused the fire from something that I thought was left burning, actually turned out to be a sparked electrical fire from a socket and the cloth that was laying on the table caught on fire to which caused the blaze.

All I can say is BUT GOD SAVED ME, and didn’t let me take my nap. Plus I could’ve been at work that day and we could have come home to nothing. BUT GOD.

On Friday morning May 19th of that same week. I was getting ready to leave my home for work at 5:00am when as I was leaving out of my back door, I saw a shadow in my Mom’s truck. Her light was on and her door was opened. When the person heard me coming out of the house, they dropped the items that they took out of her truck and took off running. They had been in my car as well. Being naïve to the fact that we have never had an incident in our neighborhood, I have always left my car doors unlocked. My mother faithfully locks her vehicles but the night before she forgot and didn’t lock her truck.

We called the Sheriff department and they came and took a report. I’m telling you all of this because we were and have felt totally safe in our neighborhood and we’ve never had any type of crimes to happen. This really shook me up since I leave out so early and things could have gone wrong. I could have blindly walked outside and been attacked or even killed. BUT GOD. But times have changed and this has been a wake up call to me and our family. BUT GOD KEPT ME SAFE IN HIS ARMS.

That following Saturday morning, my Mom gets a call that her bothers only child, his daughter was killed in a car accident in Mississippi. She leaves behind four small children. They buried her yesterday and my heart grieves for those babies. BUT GODS GOT HER NOW.

This past Thursday, I get a call from my oldest daughter in Nashville calling to tell me that my youngest daughter had had a small accident. Now if you are a parent, this is the worst kind of news that any parents wants to get especially while at work. My youngest was too afraid to call me, so she called her Big sister. (That’s what big sisters are for). Those of you that follow my stories knows that my baby girl is a new driver and just got her driver’s license a month ago. As she was backing out of the driveway, she thought she was clear for take off and ran down the basketball goal. Half of the bumper was torn off the car but the basketball goal is dead. Thankfully, it was minor and it happened in our driveway. BUT GOD KEPT HER SAFE IN HIS ARMS.

The very next day, Friday to be exact, I get another call from my oldest daughter in Nashville that she is at the hospital and thinks shes broken her arm from slipping in some water while at work. Turns out it’s her shoulder, her elbow has a contusion and her wrist is sprained due to how she fell. BUT GOD HAD HER and it could have been worse.

I get home that afternoon and I get a call from my Mom that my Aunt, her oldest sister was in a car accident. She was hit by someone than ran a red light. Her car was totaled, but she survived and is at home now. BUT GOD KEPT HER SAFE IN HIS ARMS.

I said all of this to say that to some this may seem like a lot to have happened in a matter of two weeks. But through all of this, GOOD HAD US ALL. So whatever the enemy is trying to do to our family, they will not succeed. We are covered by the blood of Jesus and no matter what happens, GODS GOT US.

It’s by his Grace and Mercy that we are here and I am able to tell you the story.

This is my Testimony.

Peace and Blessing to you all.
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