I wrote my first book while I was “in”, what I call, “A Place of Transition”.
I had given my youngest son’s father an ultimatum as he called it. I had given him the choice of either marrying me or moving on with his life because I had been living in sin for far too long and God had brought me to the end of myself. My flesh was dying out! I had made up my mind that I was going to serve God and I knew I couldn’t serve Him whole-heartedly living in sin.
Now of course my son’s father didn’t believe me at the time. He thought I was just going through something…going through a phase as he called it, because I had just lost my mother. Well that was definitely a part of it. The death of my mother was a “Turning Point” in my life. I heard God and felt the presence of God for the first time in my life the day I realized my mother’s spirit had left her body. Her shell was laying in that hospital bed but her spirit was no longer with her. I had a long conversation with God that day and I immediately knew that my life was going to be very different from that day forward. I cannot honestly say that I knew what to expect, how my life was going to change, or that I knew the plans that God had for me; but I knew that life as I had known it was no longer going to be the same.
My son’s father took his time packing and moving but eventually he did move out. Once he left I was no longer capable of sustaining my bills because I no longer had the additional finances that I was receiving from him. I felt as if I was stuck in between a rock and a hard place. I thought that I might possibly have to move back to New Jersey, even though I didn’t want to, but I knew I had a place to go back to if all else failed. I knew I could no longer afford to pay my rent along with my other bills and I was beginning to feel stressed out. To be honest, even though I knew the Bible said not to worry or be anxious about anything but to pray about everything; anxiety and worry were beginning to move in (Philippians 4:6-8). As the pressures and the cares of life started caving in on me; I decided to reach out to my pastor. I explained my situation to her and she made a phone call and found me a place to stay. I moved in with one of the Evangelist from the church that I belong to and stayed with her for fifteen months before God blessed me with a place of my own.
The moral of the story is I didn’t know nor did I understand what God was doing in my life during this particular time and season but I did know that Word of God says that all things are working together for the good of those that love God and are called according to His purpose (Romans 8:28). My faith increased, my heart was strengthened, and endurance and stamina was built in me to run this race and press towards the mark for the prize of the high calling (Philippians 3:14). God proved Himself faithful to me once again and He will prove Himself faithful to you (2 Timothy 2:13 & 1 Corinthians 1:9). If you will open up and let God into your heart, He will be your ever present help (Psalm 46.1).
I enjoy movies with a meaning and a message, sitting in the park overlooking the water, and eating my favorite ice cream Heavenly Hash.
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