My Scars for His Glory: Testimony

By Raina Reyes

Return to your house and tell what great things God has done for you (Luke 8:39)

This is the true testimony of my past life of a broken vessel--lost, hopeless, and drained of all energy to live. When I walked away from God as I did, it was the darkest time of my life; I was a slave to sin and corruption, which almost took my life. Drug addiction, alcohol abuse, prostitution, robbery, theft, deceit, abortions, and walking away from my children were all part of Satans plan to make sure I sank into the gates of hell. But God took pity on my soul; I was His and didnt realize it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: Apr 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9781490831893

Raina Reyes

This is a true autobiography of a young woman who was in bondage to an addiction of heroin for twenty-three years and almost lost her life countless times. Now she wants to tell her story to you and reveal to the whole world that there is hope in Jesus Christ. God bless the reader! Visit her online at www.myscarsforhisglory.com.

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My Scars

for

His Glory

TESTIMONY

RAINA REYES

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ISBN: 978-1-4908-3189-3 (e)

WestBow Press rev. date: 4/2/2014

Contents

Dedication

My Scars for His Glory

Thoughts for Thoughts

Dedication

I dedicate this book to Jesus Christ whom by Grace and Truth saved me from the pit of hell, to my mother that planted the seed in me, who went to be with The Lord when I was 11 and to my three daughters who I love very much, and so happy that my Lord gave me a chance to be a mom again and a grandmother. To the Father, Jesus Christ , and the Holy Spirit the Glory belon gs .

My Scars for His Glory

I t was the year 1968 when I was 11yrs old that a part of my world was shattered. My mother passed on to be with the Lord. She was stricken with Ovarian Cancer; of course I was too young to understand at that age just exactly what was to take place one day. I’d seen my mom I’ll at times. I can recall being at the hospital with my little brother and sister buying hotdogs from the vending machines, while my dad was in the emergency room with my mom. My mom and dad raised eight kids, five sisters, and three brothers sometime after getting ill my mom converted to Christianity, and we went to a small Baptist church in Montebello, Ca. my father would never go. I remember when the church people would come to pray for my mom, my dad would take his six pack of beer and his cigarettes in to the bedroom, and stay there till they left. This went on for a few years. my home was always a happy home, we were a close knit family. We were raised to respect our elders and our parents, and to take care of our brothers, and sisters. Although our home was a place of gathering for my uncles and aunts to drink, and party we as children felt very safe and secure, it was normal to us. There was nothing wrong about it, just fun it seemed I loved my Parents de arly.

I vaguely remember my mother, I don’t remember her life to much but I’ll never forget my love for her. I suppose God took the painful memories away to protect my heart, I only remember curtain things he allowed me to, to keep her close to my heart. The day she passed away, I wanted to die too, I remembered non-stop crying went on for several day months, after that I had to grow up real fast. We had chores, cooking, cleaning, all that an adult had to do to help my dad. He had to work two jobs to keep up with the bills, and to pay for her memorial services. It was hard but we managed, I know now that it wasn’t just my dad making ends meet, but the Lords help. There are a lot of things that happen in my lifetime that I know was because of the Lords help. Jesus was with me for as long as I can remember.

My dad was not a church going person He was Catholic, but never spoke the word God in our home unless it was used before a cursing word. When my mom passed away my dad, sisters, and brothers we’re there in my mother’s hospital room, we believed the presence of God was there because all my siblings and father felt a rolling sensation under their feet, like an earthquake. No other family members felt it but ours. My mom said in Spanish I’m going and she passed on to be with the Lord. Days after she passed, for the first time in my dad’s life I believe he prayed to God to let him see my mom again.

We all went through sleepless nights. I cried myself to sleep every night, I remember feeling something evil in my room, as I lay there with my back turned I’d be afraid, and lay in a fetal position, I’d pray, and it would go away. I remember this going on for months, not knowing what my father was going through for two straight weeks he did not sleep. He began to hear strange noises Night after night. sounds of ashtrays moving and, light tapping sounds

On his bedroom door, and the door knob would move as if something was trying to open his door. One night he got up, it was around 2:00 am in the morning, he looked around, there was no one there. The dog didn’t move an ear. So we knew it was some kind of presence in the house. My brother was 17 at the time, and he too was woken by these disturbing noises. Dad he said, what’s going on, I don’t know son do you hear it too? Yes he said. They never told us kids because my father didn’t want us to be afraid, but he knew what he had to do.

He got on his knees, and begged God to make it stop. He had to work two jobs and this was killing