Sylenda

Profile Information:

Gender

Female

Country (not County)

USA

Occupation:

Financial Services( work from home)

I'm here to...

Share my faith in my Father!

Interests:

My Five!! Ages: 8,6,5,3, aqnd 4 months.

I'm passionate about...

Being a Blessing to others. Most of all being a Humble vessel that God can use. Training and equipping my children to be Kingdom Builders.

My story with God

Well, I'm not quite sure where to start. Unfortunately, I wasn't raised in the church, my parents were holiday Christians. Simply meaning that we had a form of religion, and at that time only attended church on holidays (Easter, Christmas, etc.) I can remember as if it was yesterday, I was young but so broken. I had been misled, misguided, and misused. I drown my pain in alcohol and violence. I started drinking around the age of 10 years old. Not to justify any of my actions, I am a firm believer that children do as they see and not so much as they are told. I fought all of the time and of course got kicked out of school. My parents never seemed to understand that something was seriously wrong. I was so angry inside I wanted to commit suicide because of what I was exposed to violence, drugs, alcohol, abuse, and molestation and gambling. Then out of the blue my parents began going to church regularly. Eventually, they got saved (I was a teenager at this point.); I didn’t quite know what that meant but I assumed it was a bad thing.
From that point on we were in church every single Sunday and even days during the week (we attended a Holiness Church). I took this like some type of punishment. One day while attempting to leave church to go outside to socialize with the other rebellious teens, a lady stopped me and I will never forget what she said to me. She asked me a question, “Do you know that God wants to use you?”, and then she said God told her to tell me that He wanted to use me in a mighty way. I thought to myself, lady you don’t know the half of it, I am so messed up( I thought to myself) why would anyone want to use me for anything. So I just brushed it off. A few days later, I had a dream about my beloved, deceased grandfather. In my dream he came to me twice the 1st time he came I sobbed so I could not resist from trying to touch him even though he told me not to.
The 2nd time, I tried to control myself. He told me that God had a plan for me and God had something He wanted me to do. He said that it was important that I did what God would tell me to do. Well, the next Sunday, we were in our altar call part of the service and to this day I don’t know how I made it from the back of the church to the altar. When I opened my eyes, I was calling on the name of Jesus, asking Him to save me. And I have been doing what God wanted me to do ever since.

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