The Love and Mercy of God

About the Book

This book is a dedication unto the Lord Jesus Christ, who is the author and finisher of my faith. I am so grateful for all the wonderful things that the Lord has done for me. What God has done on the inside, will surely show on the outside. When I didn’t know how to love, He taught me. When I didn’t know how to forgive, He taught me. I am convinced that there is no other God before Him. “O taste and see that the Lord is good.” Psalm 34:8

About the Author

The Love and Mercy of God

I first want to begin by saying:

I once was lost, but now I’m found.

I was blind, but now I can see.

Chapter 1

I once was in a state of mind of not knowing why I was here on earth or my purpose in life.

Until the Lord God, Almighty introduced me to his love through his son, Christ Jesus.

For the first time in my life, I experienced real love undefiled, pure, and holy, the love of God that passes all knowledge, and all understanding.

Many people look for love all of their lives. They look for it in their parents. They look for it in their sisters or brothers (biological & spiritual). They look for it in friends.

Do not misunderstand what I am saying. Yes, they love you, but human love is limited.

Some of us fall in love, get married, and have children; still feeling empty inside knowing something is missing. There’s an emptiness that is unexplainable. Some people had a good life, grew up in a good loving family environment and had everything they needed and wanted. Still, they felt a kind of emptiness inside that they cannot explain.

You see love is like a medicine. It can nurture anyone into good health mentally, physically, and spiritually. We need love to survive like we need food to survive.

Some of us, like myself, did not have a good, loving, comfortable, and safe childhood. I never experienced a hug or a kiss or hearing my parents say I love you.

I have nine sisters and two brothers. My dad was born with a heart disease so he could not work and provide for his family like he wanted to. I guess that made him frustrated and angry all the time. Both my parents got drunk.

My dad became very violent when he drank, and we were very fearful of him.

We would run and hide when my parents came home drunk. He was very quiet when he didn’t drink. He would sit in a chair quietly, not saying anything. I guess he was worried and trying to figure how to take care of all his children, and observing us because the least thing we did or said that he didn’t like, we paid for it whenever he got drunk.

We would have to stand in a line, side by side, not allowed to lean on anything or anybody for hours. If we did, we would get a beating. One of my sisters was so afraid of him whenever she would hear them come in the house drunk, she would run and hide in a closet. We knew where she was because she would urinate on herself: that’s how fearful we were of our dad. One time my dad had us all lined up, my brother got so angry and tired of it, he jumped out of a window and ran away after they went to bed. I did not see him for years, but I never asked where my brother was.

In those days, you didn’t ask too many questions. We were told as children to speak only when we were spoken to.

You see, some parents didn’t understand that children have something to say also. Children do have opinions also. Back then, it felt like children were not humans or they didn’t have feelings like adults did.

As I think about my childhood I realize now that it was child abuse. Child abuse was disapline to my dad. My father didn’t realize that himself. But in these times if someone would have reported it they would have been investigated, and maybe we would have been taken away from our parents. I thank God for protecting us from that. You might be thinking that’s a crazy way to think if they were being abused. It’s an experience that you would have to understand. We lived in fear, but we somehow knew that our dad loved us.

As I sit here and think about how the children are being treated in some of those foster homes, it’s much worst than what we went through. Some of them don’t survive to tell the story. Some children are raped, and some die before they can become grown and take care of themselves. I thank God for keeping us even when we didn’t know we were being kept.

The fear that I had,caused me to become an introvert and very quiet. The Love and Mercy of God

I first want to begin by saying:

I once