My Path to Praise E-Book

Rosalind Gail Smith

• Herausgeber: Dove Christian Publishers
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

If it were not for the mercy of God and His unfathomable provisions, this story might not have been told.

Rosalind Smith’s unvarnished memoir tells the story of her childhood and young adulthood growing up in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. It details how she, despite having earned several degrees, eventually spiralized into drugs and alcohol. With often brutal honesty, Lady Smith peels back the veneer and reveals the ugliness of her past—the generational sins that have affected her, her relationship with her family, her time homeless and on the streets, and an uncompromising act one night in her bathtub.

She revisits her past, and praises God for her victorious present, praying that God will use her story to change someone’s future. 

Leseprobe

My Path to Praise

A Private Journey from Hell

Rosalind Gail Smith

My Path to Praise: A Private Journey from Hell

Published by

Dove Christian Publishers

P.O. Box 611

Bladensburg, MD 20710-0611

https://www.dovechristianpublishers.com

Copyright © 2017 by Rosalind Gail Smith

Cover Design by Raenita Wiggins

Cover Photo by Servant Wesley Smith

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be used or reproduced without permission of the publisher, except for brief quotes for scholarly use, reviews or articles.

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Dedications

This poem is dedicated to a young man named Mike whom I believe God sent to me. I call him my angel.

He’s the image of a spiritual being.

This I can tell just by seeing.

He lifts me up so very high

That I could almost touch the sky.

He’s a messenger who brings me hope,who brings me joy,

who brings me love; most of all he understands and never have I seen such a Godly man.

Sometimes I see something I can’t figure out,

what is this man really all about?

Behind every man lies a mystery,

this man is calm and peaceful, just like the sea.

The waves come across so very clear,

but behind that smile lies a healthy fear.

There’s a fear of revealing that person unknown

so maybe it’s better he’s not shown.

I didn’t always know just how to respond,

but one thing’s for sure we have a great bond.

We met up one morning as I was on my way

to death and destruction, I’m sure he would say.

He explained his purpose, his reason for being there.

It was the spirit inside of him that led him to share.

As he proceeded to explain how his life used to be a mess,

he looked at me and said take my shoulder and rest.

I began to weep uncontrollably

as I saw my life flash before me.

He promised he would be there no matter what the cost.

I knew then all was not lost.

From that moment on I knew I had a friend

even though I continued deep in my sin.

He gave me his card and said call if you want to talk,

but regretfully as I was, I wasn’t ready to take that spiritual walk.

I lied, I cheated, I even used my new friend

but the spirit inside would not let it end

He took me to church, he did all he could.

Right then the yoke was broken, I knew where I stood.

My life got a little better as God became my love.

My heart became light as a feather,

my spirit quiet as a dove.

From then until now my faith gets stronger,

I thank God every day I’m not there any longer.

As for my new friend, he’s still there for me

Because like I said before he’s everything a Godly man can be.

To my grandmother, Mamie Hester:

Thank you grandmom for loving me through it all. The last time we were together, I promised I would turn my life around, and I did. I wish you were here to witness my love for Christ. I’m sure you’re among the great cloud of witnesses cheering me on. Although I was incarcerated when God called you home, I never doubted your love for me. You gave the best hugs, and I enjoyed our long rides to Dublin, Georgia on that great big Greyhound bus every summer. You made me laugh when you instructed me not to call you grandmom. Instead, you said I should call you mom because no one would believe you were my grandma; you looked so young. And you always smelled so sweet. I’m sorry for the times you witnessed the consequences of my addiction. I miss you, grandmommy, and I love you so much.

After all I have been through, I never felt so separated from her. The chaplain assigned to my unit assured me that my grandmother knew I loved her. His words gave me comfort and assurance. I cried for days, feeling helpless and separated from my family while they attended her funeral. I was so disappointed in myself, constantly wondering how this could have happened, as if it would have been easier for me to handle if I were released. When I cried out to God, I felt the spirit of the Lord rise up in me. I felt God’s steadfast love, his forgiveness, and his comfort. Even though she witnessed some of the consequences of my addiction, I wished I could have spent more time with her in those last days of her life. I wish I could’ve erased her memories of me in that awful condition and replaced them with memories of my youth. I knew it was God’s love that compelled the chaplain to visit my unit. His visit was purposeful; he came to see me—just me.