Dinah's Story
Submitted 11/9/13
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Dinah
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In
the year of 2000, I sat in a parking lot
somewhere in Detroit, Michigan, in the middle of
the night trying to flee from a man that
threatened to kill me and my grandchildren. It
was because I had refused to continue in a
relationship with him once I discovered he was
very abusive. The spirit of fear had taken over
me.
The phone had rung in the wee hours of morning.
When I answered I heard him yelling that he was
on his way to my house and he was going to kill
us. I immediately slammed down the phone and
sprang into action. I had already witnessed his
anger and I did not take his threats lightly.
I was still limping from a broken leg. I was
suffering from back problems that stemmed from
back operations that began when I was 19 years
old. Even today I am amazed how God had kept me
on my feet after a doctor in a small Kentucky
town that was certified to set broken bones had
removed a herniated disk from my back that had
resulted in a severe infection. That led to an
operation to remove that disk after a tortured
week in traction.
I had just given birth to my second child, my
first daughter, just three weeks before. During
the healing process I suffered so badly I begged
God to take my life.
In Detroit that night I was running from my life
just as I had spent my life running from God.
I was starting to realize I was sick and tired
of being sick and tired. I was still trying to
repair the emotional damage from another
divorce. My youngest daughter had just had
another baby and had all kinds of mental issues.
I was raising my grandkids and one of them had
been diagnosed with a brain disorder.
Looking out the window of my car that night I
wept even harder because my oldest daughter was
somewhere out there in the streets of Detroit
hooked on heroin. I was paralyzed by fear as I
sat in that parking lot because that was not the
first time I had to snatch my kids out of bed
and run.
I had no family in Detroit. I wanted so badly to
move back home but I was trying to get all my
medical problems dealt with including my
severely broken leg that still required another
surgery. I, also, couldn't leave my daughter to
die in the streets of Detroit.
I look back now and see how God protected us. I
know now that I got to that point in my life
because of a spirit of rejection that probably
began while I in my mother’s womb. My mother
married my daddy when she was thirteen and I was
born when she was 15 and I already had an
eleven-month old sister. We were so poor that I
had to be born at home.
The following year my mother gave birth to
another baby girl who passed away just after a
couple months of life. Our old house was cold
and she took sick and died from pneumonia. I am
sure depression set in on my young mother that
lasted for many years. Throughout my childhood
we were left in other peoples’ care quite often
due to our circumstances. That left us open to
sexual abuse, instability, and many other
emotional issues.
I went thru an entire eight years of bullying so
I did not finish my education. After the eighth
grade you could legally quit school and I did. I
almost drowned at 15; just when I was ready to
give up someone saw me struggling under the
water in a pool while I was visiting with
another family.
I can only remember having two true friends in
my entire childhood. One passed away from a
disease. A new friend that moved in down the
road was killed in a tragic car accident on a
trip to Florida. I was only twelve years old and
it devastated me.
I ran off from home and married when I was
fifteen and, the following year, my husband’s
father shot his mother and killed her. Because
of his loss my husband refused to be close to
either our son or me and he abandoned us. We
were kids and didn't know all the deeper
problems about healing and loss. I understood
the abandonment and it was another wall of pain
I added to my already broken house that I had
built around myself over the years of being
wounded and broken.
My parents had taken me to church when I had
gotten older but I never went back after running
away to get married. I had a vivid dream of hell when I
was thirteen and that vision never left me. I took my baby and began to attend
church. I felt God was calling me into a
ministry. The preacher of the church came
against me and said all I was called to do was
be a mother to my son. I got my feelings hurt
and stopped going to church. Today that is known
as the spirit of offense.
For many years after that I bounced in and out
of churches. I could never be stable enough to
have a relationship with God because I had never
been in a stable relationship with anyone
including my parents. In another marriage I was
accidently shot in the back. That was the second
time the devil had tried to take my life. The
third time I was in a horse accident that could
have killed me had God not intervened.
I had been traveled through life looking for
someone to love me so I was having all sorts of
problems because I was so broken I could not
make a decent decision. In 1997 I had just
broken up with a man that had taken my car for
repair to his friend’s garage and had not
returned it. He had a drinking problem.
After the split he promised to return my car.
The day the car was repaired he decided to drive
my car to a night on the town. He was killed in
a very tragic accident that night and I blamed
myself because I knew he had a drinking problem
and I knew he had my car in his care.
It was during that time when supernatural things
begin to happen in my house and I called my
brother to come and stay with me. In reality I
was just piling all the hurts, troubles and
heartaches into my already deeply wounded spirit
and I was headed for a breakdown. It was then I
began to search for answers.
I knew there was a hole in my heart; I just
didn't understand how God could repair it. I
began to study books about spiritual warfare. My
search lasted for fourteen years.
I left Detroit at night in the middle of a snow
storm. I packed up in the middle of the night
with the help of a couple of my family members
who came to help me get out of there. At that
time I had to make a decision to leave my
daughter on the streets of Detroit. I always
thought I could never leave her for fear she
would disappear on the streets but when it came
down to it I had no choice. I could not make it
on my own with my poor health and everything
else I was going through.
You know, through all those years I always
prayed that God would keep me. I know now the
power of deliverance ministry. I went through a
deliverance process and it took time but God
restored my broken heart. I did not realize or
even know the effects of generational curses
that were on my life. I didn't know I was in
bondage and that the spirit of rejection almost
destroyed me. I began to surrender to God and
repent for my sins.
I learned how to break word curses, soul ties,
and come out of bondage. God totally changed my
life through his love and deliverance. After I
started getting free, I began to pray for my
children. My children had been wounded because
of my mistakes and they grew up with a lot of
issues from just pure old pain.
I loved my children but I had not known how to
be a role model in their lives. We struggled
most of the time alone without much support so
it was not easy. I was in counseling many times
but God is the only true cure for emotional and
mental issues. Only He can look into the layers
of your heart and know what lies there.
The generational curses were passed down. I see
it through my children and other family members.
Just a couple of months after my sister's oldest
son was killed in a car crash, my oldest daughter was in a horrible wreck. She was with her son’s father
at that time and being thrown out of the vehicle
saved her life although it caused her a
disability. Last year her son's father was in killed in a car
wreck. On two occasions my son almost lost his life. Life
is full of tragedy and we must be ready at all
times in case God calls.
I encourage everyone who is struggling with pain
to seek God’s face. He truly is the healer and
it doesn't matter how hard things seem to be.
God has called me into the deliverance ministry
and, because I walked the path of destruction, I
know where the devil hides. God has taken my bad
and turned it into good for his glory as I pray
and help others get set free and come out of
bondage.
My little granddaughter with the brain disorder
was later diagnosed with severe autism. She is
almost sixteen now and God healed her from grand
mal seizures. I have many testimonies about her
life. God kept her during the early years in ICU
and during the times she could have had a fatal
accident. I never cease to praise him. Also, my
younger granddaughter had a healing and her eye
surgery was cancelled after I had a couple
dreams one night that inspired me to pray for
her eyes. Her eyes had been healed!
I truly appreciate this website, it is filled
with so much valuable information for anyone who
is trying to find support in their Christian
walk. Please stay here at Clarion Call and
continue to learn about God.
I am a walking witness of what he can do and
please remember me and my family in your
prayers. I ask that you remember me in prayer as
I continue to grow in my walk with God. I cannot
begin to tell you how much my life has been
changed.
My prayer is for each and every broken heart to
come to Jesus and that you give him time to do
the necessary work in your life.
God Bless!
Dinah
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