Twenty-five years ago on March 3, 1998, my life changed forever. I was in a backslidden state and had been deeply hurt by the church when I got divorced from an abusive husband. My ovary ruptured that day and I was rushed to the hospital where they told me emergency surgery was needed to save my life. Although it seemed like all hope was lost, God heard my cries for help and delivered me from death's door. This experience taught me invaluable lessons about faith, resilience, and trusting in God even when things seem bleakest. Today marks 25 years since this life-altering event which has shaped who I am today as a person of faith.
Today is the day that my ovary ruptured, 25 years ago on March 3, 1998. I was in a backslidden state because the church did me so badly when I got divorced from an abusive husband. They told me I was not saved. On March 3, 1998, my ovary ruptured and I was bleeding to death. I was rushed to the hospital and told that I needed emergency surgery. My ex-husband who is the father of all of my 3 children, had a quadruple bypass and he was in another hospital on his deathbed. (He lived 7 more years and passed away on March 18, 2005} I turned my back to the wall like Hezekiah. One thing the Lord know is that I loved him. I did everything he asked me to do. I reminded God of all the work I have done ministering to thousands and bringing hundreds if not thousands of people to the Lord. I told the Lord I will get back into the church and I will show the church people how to love. I have always been different. A lot of people take it out on God for what these Pastors and church members do to them. We have to remember that God loves us. He did not hurt us. People did. They did emergency surgery, I lost a liter of blood and I was so sick. 2 of the Pastors that did me wrong and embarrassed me over and over in front of the church came to see me. Why would they come to see me when I was on my deathbed a few years earlier and was in my house, not one of them came to see me. They told people I had aids and all kinds of lies. One Pastor had his deacon following me and spying on me. Anyway, I was sick and they could not hear my bowel sounds. These 3 ladies two known gossipers came and I told them I had to have another surgery but I was weak. The Drs said I may not make it when they do the surgery because I was weak. If he did not do the surgery I will die. I asked them to pray. Jesus said if 2 or 3 touches and agree in his name... When the nurse came in after that to hear my bowel sounds, it was there. After that, they pull the angi tube out of my nose that went to my stomach and they started feeding me. I moved in with my parents and my father and mother took care of me. It took a while before I got into a church because I did not trust preachers. In late 1999 we have sung at Spiritual Lighthouse Deliverance Church. I was home with my last husband whom I married after I told the Lord I was going to get into a church but I thought that I could not live without a man. That's another story but anyway we were home an I was thinking about this Pastor Lula Mitchell we went to the church and she became my Pastor. Here it is 25 years later and I went through way worse stuff since then. I thank God for sparing my life once again. I have led thousands of people since then in the US and in several foreign countries.
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