FLOAT: Trusting in God to Carry You

By Rev. Larrita Pearline Adderley

When we face heavy weights in this life, we must learn how to float. Jesus will teach us along the way. It's about trusting in Him completely. This requires us to float in prayer and surrender to the Lord. Jesus says, "Delight in me and I will give you the desires of your heart". This book will empower and encourage you to float in the waters, hear the sounds of the water, and heal through breakups, abandonment, brokenness, loneliness, and any other storm you are facing. Let's believe that God is going to work out the adversity and opposition for our good. What the devil meant for evil, God is turning it around for our good! Just float and let God carry you!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Inspire Me Publishing
• Release date: Jul 6, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393341444

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The History of Larrita Adderley

Putting my key in the door to get into my house, God brought to my attention that He is the key to my life. Some of us misplace the keys to the house and we search all over. Without the keys we know we would be outside and locked out. Being locked out is a bad feeling. There’s a possibility of getting caught in the rain, storm, snow or getting robbed. If we are locked out there is no shelter.  We search and search for the key. How important are the keys to us? All belong inside the house. There is a place for us inside while we are locked out. My point of this reflection is, don’t get locked out! Jesus is the key to your life.

As I go into the history of my life, my mother’s name is Shirley Adderley and my father’s name is Harry Larry M. Adderley. They were married and then two years later they had me. When I was four years old, they divorced. I was living from North Street to Billy Goat Hill and had to move in with my father. Living with my father was the best thing that saved my life. He was my protector, my heart, my priest and my provider. I believe he raised me very well. My parents raised me in the Hamilton Seventh – Day Adventist Church. I used to think my father was so strict, but he has a heart of gold. My dad could be very stubborn at times. But I know how to get through the stubbornness to his heart.

MY MOM SUFFERED WITH mental illness and that’s the reason I had to move in with my father and my great aunt and uncle. Moving in with them was fine, but if anybody knows how high Billy Goat Hill is they would know what it’s like going up that hill. Mercy a serious hill it is to travel upon. I remember the times whenever I needed something as a young child up to an adult my dad was there. All the way back from when I had the chicken pox to when I was in the army cadets, I never lacked anything I needed. Dad always made sure I was taken care of.

LIVING WITH MY DADDY was interesting. He loved having a fish tank and I used to love taking out the marbles. I really wasn’t interested in the fish. Only the marbles caught my attention. I remember I never wanted to sleep in my bed. My dad would kick me out and I would sneak right back in. This was the house on Billy Goat Hill. I always wanted to sleep in the bed with my daddy.

Growing up, my daddy loved listening to the great Charley Pride, Merle Haggard, and Lauretta Lynn. I was raised listening to country music. The memories come to my mind of how my dad was a hard worker. I have never heard my daddy complain about his job. Never have I seen him call in sick. Daddy went to church faithfully. After church, I loved going over my aunt Mildred’s house. There I got to be with all my cousins which was the best parts of my life. Today my cousins and I are still close. I was scared to have a boyfriend because my dad was crazy. There were no boys hanging around me in this neighborhood. Harry chased them all away and I was protected. I made it through high school and graduated.

WHEN I TURNED THIRTY – seven years of age, I made it with no unwanted pregnancies. Along with my father, my grandmother raised me as well. It does take a village. I will never forget our lives together from when I was six months to thirty – seven years of age. My nan loved spending time with me and I the same with her. We had an awesome relationship.

GROWING UP, I DIDN’T know that I was in the court system. My mom couldn’t raise me. One day my nan told me, You can’t come up my house anymore. You are eighteen now. Those words stabbed me right in the heart. I thought it was the norm to go over my grandmother’s house and that she wanted me there. On the weekends we had a good time together. Every weekend was church on Saturdays. The smell of my nan getting dressed I can remember. I always helped her put on her girdle. Those were the times we would have a good laugh, especially my nan putting on the girdle during the summer time. I remember our trips to New York City and the rides in the car to church listening to Andre Crouch songs like ‘Take Me Back’ and more. Those were times I cherished. My nan had a wig shop on Court Street called Wig City. I will never forget. These memories will last forever. Time goes by so fast. Life is too short.

On November 23rd, 2019 my family put on a birthday party for me and it meant a lot to me. My family showed up just for my birthday. I found out at my birthday that I was born with yellow jaundice and I was in the hospital for two weeks. When I went home my mother was so protective of me. This tells me that she was my protector. My mother loved me and didn’t want nothing to happen to me. She used to take me on the water side, spend time with me and travelled with me. I was told by two others that my mother loved spending time with me. I love my mom. No matter what age I am, I’m still her baby and I don’t blame her for anything.

My mom’s teen and adult years became a little hard for her. God sent forth women who filled in the gap. Through this I know it was Jesus watching over me. Mom I love you. I dedicate this book to you. You are my life. I am here because of you. You took care of me in your belly for nine months. Many babies never make it that long. I am now thirty – eight years old and I am still here. I love you mother. Daddy you are the best. My mom sang, played the guitar and piano in church. Her smile is