As a very young child, less than 2 yrs old, my parents divorced. I lived with my mother and older sister because my father wanted nothing more than to put me in a children’s home. My mother remarried and from that marriage I gained three more siblings (2 sisters and 1 brother).
My step-father was very abusive and I remember crying myself to sleep many many nights praying “God please let my Daddy come get me from this mean person” and my older sister would tell me to stop asking for that because he wasn’t coming for me. At the age of 17 my step dad kicked me out. My half siblings at that time were 11, 8 and 4(brother). He told me not to write or call because I no longer had a mother or sisters or brother and shut the door with me on the front steps with my few belongings in a couple boxes.
I had no where to go.
A co-worker let me come stay with her and her husband. I tried a few times to call my Mom and no one would ever answer the phone. I found myself on day sitting beside the railroad tracks crying out to God, a God of whom I did not have a relationship with nor did I really know this God. I was living with a couple who had a lifestyle that I did not want to be around and was crying out to Him, “God if you are real, PLEASE GET ME OUT OF THIS” at the top of my lungs! I finally dried my tears and made it back to the house where I was staying. I went into my bedroom and opened one of my boxes and lying on top was written on a piece of paper the address to my real Dad. I was puzzled at how this got there!!?! I wrote my real Dad and explained I wanted to meet him. I wanted to know him for who “he” was and not what I had been told all those years in the past. He wrote me back stating he was excited that I had written him and that he had hoped one day that I would find him. He included his phone number and said to call him.
I phoned my real Dad and we arranged for him to send me a bus ticket to come stay with him and his family for a few days; he would pay for a ticket back or I could stay, we would play it by ear. So off to North Carolina I went.
I met my Dad and his family, stayed with them a couple of weeks and everything was great! I had gained three more brothers and decided to stay.
Then, a few months later, I found myself having gone from one abusive situation into another one. I had been working and saving money, thank goodness, so I moved out. Once again, I was not allowed to communicate with my siblings.
Years past and I found out my Mom separated from my Step Dad so I called and she answered! I lived in North Carolina and they lived in Arkansas. We spoke on the phone for a few months and I went to visit after not seeing them in 8 years. What a wonderful time that was. I moved to California, but kept in touch with my Mom and siblings with her. In 1996 my Mom moved back home to La. and I moved back from California. My siblings with her stayed in Arkansas with their Dad so periodically Mom and I would go visit them. I lost my Mom in 1996 to a vehicle accident which was the last time I had contact with my siblings with her. All these years I still have had no contact with my siblings in North Carolina with my Dad.
The years past, not knowing how to find them because there were no listing with information under their names and I got no where with calling my Step Dad.
I married in 2000, I gave my life to Christ 2001, my son was born 2004, and then I was divorced in 2005. In 2010 I found myself praying for restoration of the things the enemy had taken from me. Well a week before Thanksgiving 2010, one of my sisters in Arkansas called my house “looking for her sister”. I almost fell out! How did she find me? – I had married since she and I last saw each other!!! A couple days later my brother (now living in New Orleans) called me! I was praising God from the roof top!! Then, the day before Thanksgiving, two of my brothers from North Carolina called!!! Hallelujah!!!
God said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you”; He means that for everyone – not just the ones who have given their lives to Christ. His promises, every one of them, are for everyone. I looked back at my life before 2001 and I could see his hand on me in all my “horrible” situations. You see, the enemy had me feeling like I was “all alone” with no hope. When I gave my life to Christ; got in His word; I realized what a liar and thief the enemy was. I began standing on the promises that God has for me; speaking his Word in and over every situation in my life – on a daily basis – and I can see God’s mighty hand moving in my life – providing (Jehovah jireh), healing (Jehovah rapha) and protecting (Jehovah Nissi).
I spent Thanksgiving 2010 with my sister, half sister and her daughter and my half brother all in my home and with two of my half brothers in North Carolina via telephone calls. Deuteronomy 30:3 says, “then the LORD your God will restore your fortunes and have compassion on you and gather you again from all the nations where he scattered you.” It had been 14 years since I spoke to or had seen my siblings in Arkansas and about 25 years since I had spoke with my siblings in North Carolina!! God is so faithful! Thank you Jesus.