Is there Anything to hard for GOD???

My story is not one of addiction but, of spouse abuse. I married , thought the world of this man. Nice clean cut, teaching in sunday school. I felt that I was one the road to easy street. Never thinking that anything form the past would crop up. But after the first month I noticed that he had an obsession with country music. Sounds silly I know, but I thought to each his own as long as he was good to me and providing and seeking the Lord. He was a truck driver our mothers taught school together.Well the second month of marriage I found out that I was pregnant. Everything hit the fan. He did not stop wanting to have sex but, now he wanted to watch pornography because of my condition he said, and wanted me to watch with him. I was disgusted at that. This made him angry so that was when he started just pushing me down in the floor or anywheere to have sex. It was like he was punishing me for being pregnant. When I refused sometime or threw up he, woulod then choke me for it and say I was deliberately trying to spoil his fun. After that at about 8 months pregnant he got into an arguement at church with one of the other men at the church. We left early and didn't sty for church. When one of the church members came by to see what was wrong, he accused me of calling them and getting them over there to be in his business. Thisis when the beatings started. I was so ashamed and humiliated. I found ways to cover the laps on the face with makeup. I wore long sleeve shirts to cover the bruises on my arms. I had my daughter in 1988 things smoothed out for about 5 months. I was pegnant again. He fussed, cussed, slapped, kicked, and demanded me to get an abortion. When I refused because I believe it to be murder,he told me I thought just because I was a teacher I knew everything. I called his mother for help . She told me she always knew he had an anger problem and he was not allowed at her house. I felt betrayed and misused. My parents were loving and kind but, could not put up with his rudeness and tantrums. I was alone pregnant for the 2nd time being beaten and abused and ashamed to let anyone know. He left on the truck for 1 week. I prayed and told God I feared for my children, and myself. While on my knees praying I noticed a red hair. It was not mine. It belonged to someone else. I loked through the closet and in the back I found and outfit, a boys outfit for a toddler. I only had my daughter then. I found several items that were not supposed to be in my house. To my discovery by a fellow teacher he was sleeping with her sister-in-law. How embarrassing. Time went on and I had my son at the hospital . He was all smiles. I thought maybe some relief-NO! The doctor tells me the son is fine but they couldn't bring my fever down. 3 doctors were trying to decide ho to treat me because I was breast feeding my son.They decided on anti-biotics through my IV because I had an STD. They said it was good that I had a C-section because it could have blinded my son. My husband flew into a rempage and accused me of sleeping with my doctor. He threw vases and dishes and they asked what did I want them to do-call the police and have him banned from the hospital.I had my daughter on one side of the bed and my son on the other. What was I going to do.I was so nausiated that food would not stay down. The fever was going up again. What could it be? They pumped my stomach ran some tests and aked where had I been eating. I told them home. They reluctantly told me I was being given RAT poinson in small amounts. It had built up in my system. What kind of monster was this? I asked them to let me stay for 5 days so I could make arrangements for our safety. He was supposed to be gone for 3 days but returned early. We argued as soon as I got out of the cab. I got inside the house and he started slapping, hitting, kicking my daughter yelled don't hit my mother. He hit her in the chest. Thats when I lost it. I told him I didn't care what he did to me but my children ,I would die first. He said I can make that happen he walked to the bedroom to get the gun we had for protecting the home I grabbed the children,my purse,1diaper and a dolar bill off the table and hid out for 9 months at one of my students parents home. I live on there daybed for 9 months. The child told the parents if they didn't help she would never forgive them. It was so emotional. She was a little plump and I would always try to motivate her by telling her how nice she looked. Or comment on her clothes or shoes tomake her smile. I never knew that A child would come to my rescue. Her father was also over a national gaurd unti so we were always safe. I promised GOD for saving my children I would serve him for the rest of my life. I said, if you can find anything useful in me,use me LORD. I won't let you down. I promise until my life i over.My daughter is now 22 and married. My son came out of school in the 10 grade tested and got a GED, CRC and now he is in 2nd year of college Law School. I through the years have opened my door to many battered women with children. You have to give something back. Today you can not see the scars but, Iknow how they had to stitch may face back together . I know the hurt and pain that used to be there. No devil in hell can make me believe that GOD isn't real. I'll serve him till the day I die and I'll never turn back. Fight the good fight of faith my sister. God Bless!

Pastor Teloria Williams

Holy Ghost Powerhouse

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