This Picture


You'll see a lot of pictures with this filter on them.  I love this one.  It speaks to my heart.
You can't imagine what's happening in my head and my heart right this second.  A dam of memories just broke loose and there's so much I want to tell you about this picture!
I've just recently made a lot of new friends, so if you know my story bare with me, I'm sure you've not heard it all.
This is where God brought me from.
Fulton Industrial Boulevard, the FIB, where they say you ain't leaving unless it's in a body bag.
This is the corner of Wendell Drive and Fulton Industrial Boulevard and this was home base.
I cannot tell you how many times I've been at this corner or walked up and down both these streets.  From the first part of 2000 until the end of 2004 I was homeless on the boulevard.  You can't see it but behind me is a gas station and the same people I knew back then were in that gas station parking lot doing the same thing they were doing when I left there fourteen years ago.
It's such a long story and I've told it many many times, I guess one more won't hurt.
This was my hell.  I lived in a tent in the woods with my oldest son and we were both real strung out.
Even in that place God has His hand on me, on us.
He kept me.
I've had a gun pulled on me on this corner and I laughed at him, told him to go ahead and put me out of my misery and called him something so explicit I would never ever repeat it out loud.
There are so many stories I could tell you about this one picture, this one place.
I'm going to tell you the beautiful one.
I'm not on this corner anymore.
God sent some special people into my life who ushered me away to the life I'm living now.
This corner is the reason I'm still hitting the streets today.
This corner made me the woman I am today.
This corner thrust me into my destiny.
This corner was the beginning of a love story God was writing about the two of us, I didn't even know about at the time!
This is the place where I thought I had no hope and God resurrected a whole life of hope and purpose and ministry and a voice.
This is the corner where he took a strung out, used up, bought and sold drug addict and dealer to birth a hope dealer.
It's so beautiful how He gave me beauty for my ashes.
This corner is where my ministry was born, while I was completely unaware.
I love this corner!
His love is relentless!  It chases us into the deepest and darkest places in our lives!
It's so beautiful how He takes the broken places in our lives and turns them into something beautiful.
I didn't recognize Him at the time He came for me, didn't even know I was going to meet Him, but came for me He did.
I want to be that for someone else!
By this they will know you are My disciples, by your love one for another.
He took me out of the streets and sent me right back, because He knew I would tell it!
Glory!
RIDE OR DIE!!!
WWB!!!  (World Wide Baby)












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