Insight on "Who I AM"

CHAPTER ONE

 

‘A CHILD of GOD’

 

“The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children.”

Romans 8:16

 

 

 

 

 I was born in Union Springs Alabama (the oldest of the five girls) of the 11 childern my mother had given birth to. One night at the age of five years old I was awakened by a dream. Rising out of my bed, and weeping as I went to the window and peered out into the night, the sky appeared as though the sun had peirced the darkness. I felt a scorching heat as I placed my hand upon the window pane. Fear erupted, and the reality that the sky was engulfed by fire birthed an hysterical disposition in me by what I saw in this vision of what I thought was reality, My crying became more intense, and I had awakened everyone in the house.Upon my mother entering the bedroom, she became very aggressive towards my behavior. She tried to bring my frantic crying under control, and I became more disconcerted from the reality of her presence. My cyring eased as she shooked me, and shouted my name. I rememder stating; ‘The sky is on fire” in a delusional state of mind. My mother had finally calmed me down, and as she investigated my accusation, she concluded that I had (as she called it) a ‘spasm’ in my sleep. In her effotrs to convince me that I had eaten something before I went to bed that made me have this crazy experience, I kept repeating ‘the sky is on fire, the sky is on fire.”

The next day as she was getting ready to take me to the doctor, she called my aunt Mableen, and told her of my insane so called ‘spasm’. My aunt questioned her prognosis, and suggested that she should be more receptive to my moments of those so called ‘spasms’. Once the doctor had conclued his examination, he informed my mother that I had a nightmare. As we were on our way back from the doctor’s office, we had heard over the radio that two planes had collided into each other--killing everyone, and that event took place in another part of the world at the time of my dream. Reflecting back to that moment of my dream at five years of age, the recounting of that event is so vivid and detailed; I have no reservations regarding my present purpose in life.

Every child concieved in the womb has been created for a purpose. The wisdom of God is so profound; we have become grafted in the conformed reality of those that have been severed from purpose, and have a physical infulence on our lives. As a child I had no understanding to why I could see things that others could not see, and dream dreams that no one understood. I rememder an incident with my aunt Mableen, and in all truth she knew that I had a special gift. Anyway, aunt Mableen raised hens, and on occasions these hens would get out of the coop and wander into the woods behind the house. These hens would become so complacent in the woods--they would lay their nest in various places. My aunt’s frustration with the continueous efforts to find where the hens had laid their nest--along with her fear of going into the woods each time the hen’s dissapeared, would call for me to assist her in the efforts to find where the hens had laid their nest. We would go into the woods--with me at her side, and she would ask “Do you see the nest?” I would point in the direction of the nest, and inform her that the nest was at the base of the tree I pointed to. She’d then begin to dig at the base of the tree, and sure enough--there was the nest! I smile at times when I think of the various things I encountered as a child that was delightful in character, but then there were many moments that I regret experiencing.