From as early as within her mother's womb, Rev. Carolyn Baker struggled with issues of abandonment. Her father did not want her and when she was four years old, her mother left her in the care of an aunt and uncle. When Carolyn's mother returned for her later in life, she brought her into an abusive situation that only escalated Carolyn's descent into depression, fear, and neglect. Yet it was the divine love and power of the Lord that fi nally pulled Carolyn from her devastating existence. In My Issues Touch the Heart of God, Carolyn shares her incredible true story of faith and hope. She explores her troubled teenage years when she began taking drugs, and reveals the struggles of early adulthood including pregnancy, jail, and continued drug and alcohol abuse. But in the midst of her deepest sorrow while languishing in prison, Carolyn cried out to God-and He heard her. From that moment on, she became His child and He helped her to overcome her biggest obstacles. God not only saved her life, but her soul, as well. Deeply moving and life-altering, My Issues Touch the Heart of God shows you the amazing transformative power of God's love and grace. Be inspired by Carolyn's story and commit yourself to His arms!
MY ISSUES TOUCH THE HEART OF GOD
By Carolyn BakerTrafford Publishing
Copyright © 2010 Rev. Carolyn Baker
All right reserved.ISBN: 978-1-4269-2978-6 Chapter One
"Just then a woman who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years came up behind him and touched the edge of his cloak. She said to herself, "If I only touch his cloak, I will be healed." Jesus turned and saw her. "Take heart, daughter," he said, "your faith has healed you." And the woman was healed from that moment." (Matthew 9:20-22 - NIV) * * *
Many may say that this book is long over due. At this time I still am not sure what God wanted me to do but to keep the faith, keep other people's mouths off of me for not doing what He wanted me to do, and to share my life story with the world. I am writing this book in the hopes that God will use it to change someone's life. I guess the very beginning would be the best place to start, but let me assure you I can only go back as far as God will allow my mind to go.
I birthed the demon of abandonment and rejection as a fetus in my mother's womb. My mother was five months pregnant with me when I heard my father tell her, "I know you got another young one (meaning baby or child) in there, but I told you I did not want any kids. I let you have the first one, but this one I do not want any parts of." Yes, I heard this when I was in my mother's womb. After he said this, he walked off. My mother was washing clothes from a big black wash pot in the back yard. The Spirit allowed me to see all of this so I could understand that what was going on was really true. I then saw my mother putting her hands between her legs, falling to her knees and beginning to cry very hard. When I was born I had a birth mark of two hands between my thighs. I never knew where they came from until after I got saved and God gave me this vision. I believe God gave me this vision to deliver me from disliking my mother so much and blaming her for everything wrong in my life, while giving my father all the love and positive feedback.
That was the beginning of my issues. When I was four years old my mother left North Carolina and moved to Connecticut. She left me and my brother with my dad's sister and her husband and children. They are a very close and loving family, as I have always known them to be. We lived on a farm with my uncle and aunt, and the smell of fresh air and the sweet smell of food cooking was always in my nose. Going to live with them was ok until my mother stopped sending money to them. I had never heard or seen these two people fussing or having any disagreement until one night when we got home late from a church function at the Virginia state fair. I was lying in bed, and I guess they thought all of us where asleep after the long day we just had, but I heard them speaking in a harsh tone to one another about me and my brother. My brother is my heart I love him today like he is my own son. We went through so much together as kids on into our adulthood. However, this story is about me. My aunt was fussing with my uncle about my mother not sending money to them in about six months. She said they could not keep us and buy clothes for us. She said, "Feeding them is no problem, but that boy and that gal are growing. How does she expect us to clothe her kids? We have our own in the backroom. I told her we could give them a good, loving home, a roof over their heads, along with our own, and put food in their mouths, but she had to send money down here to help out. I'll give them to their daddy if she thinks I won't let her not send some money down here before that boy starts to go to school." My dad was a chronic alcoholic. This is why my mother did not want us with him. Anyway, my uncle, God bless him, said these words: "No, we are not going to put the children out nor give them to your brother. She asked us to keep her children, and we're just going to have to do what we can to make it. And we can make it. You and I have been down this way before when we first started with our family. Let's just give her some time. Maybe hard times have laid on her up there. We don't know. She has not written us and told us anything yet." My uncle loves me and my brother as his own children until this day. I love him and thank God for both him and my aunt. He is now battling cancer, but God has kept him thus far. Glory to God! I just praise Him for this man's heart of love. Church was always in me, I guess you could say. I just never had the opportunity at that stage in my life for anything to mature.
Let's get back to the seed planter in my life: my "dad". You see, the Bible says there is power in the tongue so we need to watch over words that we speak. I just want to show how the words spoken out of my father's mouth could be bad seeds. My dad rejected me and abandoned me by the words he spoke to my mom while I was in her womb. Children, even before they are born, can hear words as well as music as they are developing in the womb. So be very careful what you put out in the atmosphere for your unborn child to hear. Be careful where you take that unborn child as well as what you feed them. My mother and father fed me alcohol quite often, as I will discuss later.
At some point while I was living with my aunt and uncle, my dad started coming around on weekends. I can only guess that my aunt had sent for him. I had a child's love for him but I did not really know him. I was only about four or five years old and had not seen him before that time. So I was glad to see him but he was not my uncle, did not smell like my uncle. However, my uncle would not let me or my brother call him "daddy" like the kids did around the house. When I ask him why not and told him that I loved him, he smiled and said "I know you do baby girl, but I'm not your real father. I'm your uncle and I love you too, but if you call me `daddy' what will your real daddy think?" I said, "I don't care; I do not know him any way." I then asked if I could call him "uncle dad." He picked me up, gave me a big hug and said, "Oh, baby girl, uncle would like that." He became my dad from that moment on. The only other man that I have looked at as a father is my pastor, Archbishop LeRoy Bailey, Jr. I love him more than I can express. I know God has shown him my love for him. He has watched over my life to help bring about the changes that have taken place in me. God has healed and filled so many holes in my life through him.
But back to my father. My aunt did all the girls' hair on Saturday morning so she wouldn't have to do it on Sunday morning before church service. There were six girls including me. She always did my hair last because she said my hair was not as thick as the other girls'. My aunt and uncle never did anything for their kids that they didn't do for us, as well. I need to share that now because later on you will see how things changed for me. It was on one of these Saturdays that my dad came over drunk as a skunk. I knew what that smell was that made him stink to me: it was alcohol. He stayed until we had lunch and then the adults got together to talk while I went outside to play with my youngest cousin. All of a sudden, I heard my dad begin to yell and curse really loud. I ran to the house and stepped through the door just in time to see my uncle grab his rifle from over the door and tell my father to get off his property and never ever come back. He said, "You are no longer welcome here. You will not come into our home and talk to my wife the way you are speaking to her. I don't do it and you won't either." I saw him point the gun at my father and at the same time my...