About six years ago, I met my first luv. Her name was Cheriya. She was my first born.  I was something I didn’t want to be. A disappointment to my parents, my siblings and myself. I was another statistic. A young black single mother. Cheriya defiantly was not in my plans after graduating college. But God brought her here for a reason. She did what she came to do and then went to heaven to be with the only true father she will ever know. I did everything I knew how to provide for my daughter. It was by the grace and mercy of God that we managed. It was a struggle everyday listening to the criticism of family members which hurts more because they are “family.”  Cheriya was born with complications but after the first 6 months of her life I knew God had answered my prayers by being with her through out all her surgeries and test. The doctors had confirmed she would not need anymore surgery until she was about 20 or 25.  This was about her heart. I knew that when she turned a year she would have to have surgery on her left arm, which I didn’t worry about to much because after all, she had gone through more serious surgeris concerning her heart. She was born with an absent radius. The doc told me that 98% of surgeries that people do for this survive and it was the best thing to do. Of course I wanted the best for my child. Unfortunately Cheriya was the 2% that did not succeed with the surgery. I was soooooo angry with God. Why did it have to be my baby? I was angry at myself to.Why did I consent to the surgery? I loved her the way she was.  I was angry, sad, hurt, depressed, I had vowed that I was NEVER going to have any more children. Little did I know, this was only the beginning of my life lesson. This was the beginning of my storm. God had to break me down before lifting me up. I knew of God,  I am a PK (preachers kid). so I was always in church. I didn’t think I needed to pray.( my mom and dad prayed, I just assumed they prayed for me and I was covered) or have a personal relationship with Christ. It took awhile for me to get it, but I got it. I’ll be keeping you informed on my stormy weather in my other blogs to come. 

Matthew 14:22-33

I can relate to this scripture. God took Peter and other disciples on the boat through a storm and when they saw Jesus walking on water they were afraid.  But then he spoke to Peter and commanded him to come to him. But when Peter felt the strong wind from the storm he cried out to the Lord to save him. Jesus reached out and caught and held him saying to him o you of little faith why did you doubt? When they got into the boat the wind ceased.  Like Peter I was afraid to get out the boat and come to Jesus. I had to let Jesus into my boat so the wind ( my storm) would cease. It took awhile, but eventually I did.