Hello friend , this is the founder of Women 4 Christ Ministries Errika and this is Her Story . When I was fourteen years old my whole life was flipped upside down by three little words “ You Are Pregnant “. I was devastated, scared and embarrassed . What would people say ? What am I going to do ? What was my mother going to do ? I was lost and I needed help . So when my mother and I got home from the doctor she went to her room and I went to mine and I just cried . Hours went by with no verbal communication between us but so much was being said through the silence . The tension was so high that you could cut it with a knife and I just couldn’t take it anymore so I called my sister to come get me out of the house . As my sister pulled up I felt relief because I knew that she would take me somewhere fun , somewhere to get my mind off of this situation that I found myself in and she did ...she took me to church . I was so shocked , I kept saying to myself CHURCH you brought me to CHURCH?!?!?!?! To be honest I have no idea what the message was about that night , I don’t even remember how many people were there but I remember the ending like it was yesterday. The pastor asked” is there anyone here that doesn’t know Jesus Christ as their personal savior “ ? I sat there rocking back and forth in my seat , and he said it again “is there anyone here that doesn’t know Jesus Christ as their personal savior “ , I felt like there was a neon arrow hanging over my head pointing to me because he kept saying it . So after three or four times of hearing him ask if anyone didn’t know Jesus as their personal savior ...I put my head down and slowly raised my hand . On the same day I thought my life was over I met the man who would change my life forever. After that night I decided to abort my baby and that was by far the hardest experience of my life ... but God carried me through it . It’s funny how one unplanned pregnancy pushed me into the arms of Jesus , made me and my mothers relationship stronger and saved my whole family. It wasn’t pretty but it was necessary. That’s #herstory so what yours ? #HSM#women4christ
This is Nichele and this is Her Story !
Hi! My name is Nichele.I was an emotionally and verbally abused wife. I am still a wife to the same husband. How? Why? Read on.
My husband used to be a very mean and hostile man. He had no regard for how he spoke to me. Some of the things that he said to me, you would not say to your worst enemy. I was at the point of leaving. I was speaking to a friend regarding my marriage and how I was ready to file for divorce. She directed me to a prayer call that is held on Monday nights. Mind you, I had not given my life to Christ. I always believed in God and Jesus. I never gave my life to Jesus.
That night, I called into the line. This was an interactive line. There were women giving testimonies and making prayer requests. I listened. Then there was a teaching and a prayer that was prayed that moved me from sitting on my bed at the beginning of that call to me being on my knees in tears. I decided that night to give my life to Jesus. The women on that line, that night prayed for me as I wailed and wailed.
I then began to pray for my husband. That God would change his heart and attitude. I began to go to church. I would invite him every time and he would say no. One Sunday he was up and dressed and he told me he was going to church with me. I started to see a change in him that I had never seen. He became nicer and kinder. He became gentler and more loving. He became the man that God wanted him to be. He became the husband I needed.
I thank God for changing him and for changing me. I did not realize until that night how much I need God, how much Jesus loves me too. I am so thankful for the relationship I have now with Jesus and my Heavenly Father. It is the best relationship in the world!!! That’s #herstory so what yours ? #hsm#herstory#women4christ
This is Jennifer and this is Her Story .
Hi there , I am a 35 y/o African American female, mother of 1 boy and 1 boy on the way and I am also in a committed relationship. Im a manager at one of the largest banks in America. In 1997 my mother was 44 y/o who died of a massive heart attack, unbeknownst to us that she even had heart problems. I started and finished high school without my mother being present to cheer me on from the sideline. But nonetheless I went on to graduate high school, obtained an Associates Degree in Software Application, had some awesome jobs, good/bad relationships, just living life so I thought. In 2015 I had several visits to the ER with chest pains and every time I was told I pulled a muscle. Me knowing I did nothing to warrant a pulled muscle I just went on about my life. Until 2017 I was at work and I had the most horrible pain take over my body, it was like my body went into a shock. After being told I pulled another muscle, I said to myself I’m going to listen to my body and seek further medical help. I Went to my primary doctor who told me that she thinks I had a anxiety attack. Me being me I looked at her like she was crazy and thought she don’t know what she is talking about. She prescribed me some medicine and said she would like for me to see a therapist or psychiatrist. So I started my journey with the medicine and seeing a therapist on a regular basis. I was out of work for months until I got my anxiety under control some. I also learned that not only did I suffer from anxiety, but I was also depressed. Who would’ve thought? Surely not I. I thought staying home in the bed, not eating as much was just me chilling at home. Not so much. Most people look at me from the outside and I look like I have it all together, own house, own car, a man that treats me like a queen. But people don’t see the hurt, the pain, the uncertainty, and confusion. It’s still an uphill battle dealing with anxiety and depression but I no longer let it consume me.That’s #herstory so what yours ?
This is Annette and this is Her Story . Sometimes, I forget that I have a testimony. It is so easy to look at my life and where I am today today, without thinking about the journey that it took to get there. Growing up, I was always the super bubbly person at school with lots of personality and lots of friends. But at home, my sister and I were starved, manipulated and abused verbally, mentally and physically by my stepfather. The kicker was, my mother knew all about it and never didn't anything to stop it.
This caused me to believe in dysfunction. Dysfunction was normal to me. So much so, in my first serious relationship of about 4 years, I allowed some of the same dysfunction to control and manipulate me in the name of love. I was so brainwashed to believe that being in a controlling relationship was normal and how things were supposed to be, because that is what I was exposed to growing up. No matter how much people tried to tell me it wasn't normal, I couldn't believe otherwise.
It took me graduating from graduate school and moving to Florida for me to learn about my true identity in Christ, which helped me to see myself the way God saw me...temporarily.
I wish I could say that I walked firmly with this new revelation. But I still looked for love in all the wrong places, allowing myself to be used and taken for granted by multiple people. And I even found my way back to my ex-boyfriend, only to be manipulated once again.
So in 2012, my sister and I wrote Iyanla Vanzant. We were both tired of being bitter and resentful about our childhood and the impact that it was having on our life. God opened the door and we appeared on "Iyanla, Fix My Life" with our mother. That was the first time that I actually confronted the pain from my childhood! It was so painful, yet the most liberating thing that I have ever done and a necessary step on my journey.
At the end of the show, Iyanla said to me "What if your soul was just waiting to be clear? What if your children's souls were just waiting to be clear?" See, I had a lot of cleaning up to do within so before I could meet my husband and be ready to receive his love, I had to revisit the darkest chapters of my life, do the work and allow God to deliver me from my past! Less than a year later, I moved to Philadelphia. 6 months after the move, I met my wonderful husband, Marion. Even with what Iyanla said about my children, I was scared to become a mother because I was afraid...afraid of not having the tools to be a good mom. Afraid of passing on the same generational curse. But God slowly turned my fear into anticipation and today, we are expecting our first child in July! God is so good!
My life is a living testimony of God giving us a crown of beauty for ashes and double for our trouble! I'm thankful that I don't look like what I have been through and for that reason, God will forever get the glory from my life! That’s #herstory so what yours ?
This is Shannon and this is Her Story . A testimony speaks of ones story of triumph, of overcoming different tests and trials. As I think back, I’ve overcome a lot! There were some time periods and situations that I didn’t think I’d ever see the other side of! But God! I’m so grateful for Jeremiah 29:11. God’s plans for me are so much greater than I could ever imagine!
I grew up in a single parent home, me, my sister, and my mom in a small town in Georgia. I never got a chance to meet my dad. He was killed by his wife before I was born. Nope, my mom was not his wife. I didn’t realize what was really going on in my life until I was old enough to understand what drugs were and why my mom wasn’t like my best friend’s mom and why my home wasn’t as safe and secure as other homes. When I would come home from school, I never knew what to expect. Some days there would be drugs and alcohol and no food and other days there’d be food and quiet. I loved my mom and I’ve forgiven her for all that she’s put us through but it took a while. So many times I lived in fear of getting the phone call that my mom had died from a drug overdose or from being beaten badly by one of her boyfriends or someone she owed money to for drugs. On the flip side, when she wasn’t high, she was funny and sweet and everyone loved her. We grew to have a great friendship as I got older. She later died of a massive heart attack one month after we’d had our first child. I choose to remember the good. I choose to remember the laughter and there was lots. I truly do miss her.
After graduating high school, I attended Georgia State University for a few years until I was expelled because of a 1.5 GPA. I was so depressed and didn’t realize it until it was too late. When I got to college, the only person I had to worry about was myself and that’s when I let loose, like really let loose. I thrived on the attention from the abundance of guys on and off campus. I partied, I went where I wanted to go with whom I wanted. It all covered up the pain I hadn’t dealt with from home. I was quite promiscuous and since no one had ever really told me anything about sex except to not get pregnant or get a disease, sex outside of marriage was what you did. It was a way of life. I didn’t have sex with everyone I met, only those I was in a relationship with. I loved the attention and I always had to be in a relationship. I did finally get help with the depression and I enrolled into a different college where I would meet my future husband. He graduated first, then I graduated, with honors may I add, and soon after I graduated, we got married.
Now, before we got married, we started off as most couples do. In sin, sex outside of marriage, he moved in with me, the usual hot mess! When I say that God had a different plan! My goodness! While he and I were dating, he attended this small Baptist church with me and there were a few people there who’d befriended us and found out that we were living together outside of marriage. They taught us that living together and not being married was wrong and basically told us that we needed to get married or he needed to move out. Before he got the chance to move out, God intervened and things started falling apart! My future husband lost his jobs, he had 2, he wrecked his car, I lost my job, and my car broke down. No job and no money meant no rent money and so we were evicted. I moved in with my friend and he moved in with some guys he knew from college and we were miserable. We decided to marry and met with our pastor who told us to stop having sex and get married as soon as possible. He asked a few other questions and that was it. Looking back, my husband and I now call that meeting with our then pastor ‘bootleg counseling’! He taught us nothing about marriage! We went into marriage very blindly! Once we’d made up our minds to do things God’s way, we started to see God’s hand and favor! We were shown favor with the purchasing of our rings, my dress, my hair and the hotel! We married and was pregnant with our first child not long after.
This was only the beginning of where God was leading me to start the ministry that I have now, Savin’ it for Hubby. As I said before, neither my husband nor I truly understood what sex was or the repercussions of having sex outside of marriage. Within the first 5 years of our marriage, guilt and shame began to torture me. Where before marriage I had no qualms about having sex, in marriage all the things I’d done before began to haunt and torture me! It had gotten to the point where I just didn’t want to have sex at all and of course my husband was not pleased with this. He was confused to say the least because we now had the green light, we had God’s permission and blessing to have sex. It got so bad that we had even began to discuss divorce. Then one day after a really bad argument, I was lying on our bed crying and I remember hearing, “I want you to teach My daughters My truth about sex.” Of course I thought I’d lost my mind because I knew nothing about sex and I barely knew God. It would be the first of many conversations with God and my journey of healing began. The first thing He had me do was to share my testimony on Facebook! Oh my goodness I tried to fight that and I just didn’t want to put all my ‘business’ out for the world to judge but when God says move, you move and He doesn’t leave you alone until you do so! I shared it and I waited in anxious nervousness for all the ridicule but instead, the responses of ‘me too’ began to trickle in. I then began blogging and that’s when God gave me the name of Savin’ it for Hubby. Through blogging, sharing my story and sharing all that God was teaching me about sex, my healing came. From there I led online bible studies about sex and purity, I helped create and facilitated a purity program at my church for 4 years and now I’m hosting and facilitating purity retreats for women 20 years and older to help them deal with the pain of their past or guilt and shame of their present, teaching them God’s truth about sex, purity and who they are in Him. I absolutely love what I do and I couldn’t imagine doing anything else!
This is Luz Maria, and this is Her Story. Hello, my name is Luz Maria and I would like to share my story with you. I am 38 years old divorced with three blessings ages 18,15, and 14. One boy the eighteen-yr. old and two girls. I just recently restored my relationship with God. I used to attend a church a while ago for many years and even though I learned from this church after leaving I realized I did not know God the way I thought I did. I was born in Rio Piedras Puerto Rico and at 2 months old my biological mom moved me and my two older siblings to the South Bronx N.Y. My older brother was about 5 years old and my older sister was about 2 or three and I was only months old. My biological mom from what was told to me was a prostitute and would have sex with men to support us. One day in December my mom never came home. Leaving my two siblings and myself home alone. My brother that was 5 yrs. old took us out in the cold in the middle of December in NY to go look for my mom he got lost and found and abandoned building and went in there with us for days. He would go to the store and steal milk and food for us to eat. Since I was only months old, he would try to give me milk and I would just throw up. From what I was told we were in there for days. One day a social worker passed by the abandoned building and heard my screams and went in and took us. My siblings and I lived in foster homes till I was 3 years old when I got adopted. During this time my biological mom passed away. My adopted mom only adopted me, so my siblings and I were separated. I grew up with an amazing mom who was loving and took me in as her own. She had 3 much older kids of her own. She not only adopted me but also adopted another child younger that me so in total were 5 of us (her biological 3 and the adopted ones me and my little brother, not blood related).
My mom was always honest with me about my adoption but the family who adopted my sister did not want us to meet. Unfortunately, my older brother stayed in the foster system. I was very close with my adopted mom and I always by her side. June 22,1993 my adopted mom passed away due to lung cancer.
This is where my rebellious story begins.
Once my mom passed everyone gave up. I was only 12 years old. My dad fell into a depression and was never home, he would go out drinking and he even got himself a night job. My older sisters were in their 20s one was married with one child, and the other was out having fun bringing guys home and having sex with them and sometimes even in the bed that I was sleeping in. My cousin who also lived with us she was 15 at the time and was also bringing guys home and having sex in front of me. I would cry and started acting out. No one to talk to, but when I started acting out giving attitude, looking for guys to pay attention to me, I would get verbally abused by my sisters. Name calling, getting hit constantly. I wanted to do what they were doing. I almost wanted to become a prostitute. I wanted to feel love, I wanted to feel wanted. I wanted attention, but I felt nothing but rejection and loneliness every night. I would cry and say mom why did you leave.
My older sister had plans to move to Florida in Jan 2015. Before my mom passed, she left my sister custody of me and my younger brother and so we moved to Florida. Still rebellious felt unloved. I was looking for acceptance from anywhere I can get it from. I started seeing this guy the first year of moving to Florida. He lived on my street and was one of the first people I met. He was a charmer intelligent, something different from the guys in NY. The first year was good, but the second year of us being together, the psycho kicked in. He became a stalker, a physical abuser and a mental abuser. I went all through high school dealing with this. We would get into horrible fist fights. I ended up cheating on him many times and then met my sons’ father. He was a married man and I was 17, very gullible and naive. He was 27 and would tell me everything I wanted to hear. Even the famous line " I will leave my wife". And he did but never divorced her. See I was walking around life not caring who I hurt, not caring for any one including myself. I wanted to be wanted. So, whoever gave me that feeling I held on to them. My sons father got us an apartment and he moved in with me. He left his wife but living with him was a nightmare. He would at times stay out all night. He would tell me he is going to work and when I would call his job he will not be there.
August of 1999, I found out I was pregnant, now I’m 19 and pregnant with someone who I knew I did not really want to be with. Once I told him, at the moment he was happy. The next day I was home the landlord knocks and says we must move because he hadn’t paid the rent in two months, so we got kicked out. I ended up going back to my sister’s house and he went with his aunts. One week later He was gone from his aunt’s house with no warning. He left without telling anyone anything including myself. Now here I am 19, pregnant, no job, no money, living at my sister’s house. She did not want me there, and thoughts of abortion came to mind, but I quickly snapped out that idea because I did not even believe in killing a baby for something I did. So, my sister in Florida sent me back to NY with my other sister. I lived out there sleeping on her sofa till I gave birth. My sisters’ man at the time and I did NOT get along, so I quickly had to leave. I Moved back to Florida and I lived from house to house because I had nowhere to stay. My sister did not want me back home.
I started staying with a friend at her parents’ house and I started working while my friend babysat for me. I was in such depression. So, one night my friend says let’s go to the club. I called my sons father to take him so I can go out and he did. Went out to the club and I met this guy. I did not want to get into a relationship but in was looking for someone to love me and my son. He gave me his beeper number (lol) and we began to see each other. I ended up moving to a rat hole of an apt. I had no clothes just my work uniform. my son was 6 months old and I would dilute cow’s milk with water because I had no money to get him formula. I would work and in that same uniform wash it by hand and wear it like it was normal. So, this new guy popped up at my job just to see me one day and decided to give me a ride home. Now embarrassed of where I lived, I told him it was a friends apt that I was staying, but he knew it was a lie. I stopped talking to him for weeks due to my living status. I was embarrassed. So, one day he came and knocked at the door and I stood shocked. He said I know you live here, and I’m not interested in what you have I’m interested in you.
9 months later we got married. We started attending a church where the first service the pastor preached was on "fornication' we looked at each other and left service with such conviction. As we started attending bible study groups, we were told either we break up or get married. We were already living with each other, so we chose marriage. We served the church together, growing spiritually together he took my son like his own and then we had 2 girls of our own. As years gone by, I started to feel lonely, as he spent most of his time at work and after work church. No time with me or the kids. and the times he did spend with us his phone was constantly ringing due to disciples needing advice. I leaded a bible study groups with 22 groups under me. In the encounters (retreat) I would preach marriage and my own testimony. But my heart was far from God. Then the attack towards my marriage started. I felt like the work I was doing for the church was only being done because I didn’t want to let man down. I was not serving God I was serving man. I started to back down, my husband was always at church events and my heart grew far.
Years later 2008 I ended up leaving my family kids and all and left for NY. I Cheated on my husband with and abusive guy, verbal, mental and physical.
My husband cried for me to come back and so I did but I told him I did not want to attend the same church. But he said he will never leave this church. everyone in the church spoke about me and my sin. I was looked at like the woman with leprosy. Yup I was the topic of every bible study even in the preaching’s.
Time went on I began to serve the church again but still my heart was far from God. Husband still giving his all to the church and not enough to the family. I started feeling lonely again. I started backing down. The pastor’s wife passed away and that broke my heart as she was one woman I admired as a woman of God. She passed and a lot of truth started coming to light about this church. I have asked my husband many times let’s move away and work on us. I’m not happy. His answer no I will not leave this church. I have a commitment with God here. My heart grew colder.
I ended up cheating again. This led to my divorce and my son’s rebellion. My son turned 16 and that’s when he started to be very disrespectful towards us, running away from home not going to school and smoking marijuana. The things between my ex-husband was really bad. He took custody of my daughters and I ended up moving with my son to an apt. I since the have reconciled with God and now I am getting to know the Sovereign God. Now my relationship is growing in God. My ex still attends the other church. My son after 3 years of getting in trouble with the law, he has gotten locked up and a lot more. I’m still praying and will never stop praying for my kids and my kids’ father also praying that the true gospel enters his heart. He still does not have a relationship with my son because according to him, my son has mad bad choices and he does not want to be around him until he gets right.
My goal is to share my story and help women know their value and go after the rejected. Through all of this I lost my identity, I lost my worth, I felt like my happiness was in man. But God left his 99 to come after me. My story will be heard, and I pray God uses me to lift up the broken, the rejected and the lonely. That’s #herstory so what’s yours?