GOD CHOSE ME WITHOUT ASKING FOR MY PERMISSION

By Malessia J. Poe

Being placed here in the earth to fulfill the purpose in which I was born and having an assignment, God knew me and my disability. I have been in the scuffle of my life with God Almighty granting me His mercy to live when death held a claim number. I have been graciously given the braveness of God as I fough

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ruah The Breath of God, LLC.
• Release date: Oct 20, 2020
• ISBN: 9781735681139

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INTRODUCTION

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his is the story of my life where I am the main character in the Series of Events that have taken place in my life. My life has truly been one of overwhelming growth and development while wearing a huge mask. I am the operation that has led me from my starting point, born October 16, 1962 up until now. I am my IDENTITY.

I am the main character featured with traits that have formed me into the individual that I am. I am the non-fiction story with common punctuations as I am displayed in this processed text. I will express who I am, being the narrator, recounting my life; one of loss and regain, the calculator of my life that I use to transmit the story of my life; scattered into random directions, damaged and shattered, facing many rock bottoms then being so lost in The Valley of Unlearned, Uneducated, and Uncertainty.

This is my voice and my mind being used to tell the story of my life, taking all the limits off. I am my true identity, the factor of being created with a purpose.

The seasons of change I have had were just as Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall. I have chosen to be as Spring to show that the Winter ice and snow did not freeze me. Summer scorched me and I was burning with the degrees from the sun, but it did not change my color. Fall could have had me raked as leaves thrown in the trash for trash day. My Seasons vs. My Identity caused me to pass through the cycle of each season. I am like the transition of Spring. I succeeded through Winter, Summer, and Fall.

I am just as the Spring temperature. I breathe the freshness of my life. For my Spring season has caused my leaves and flowers to show the fullness of God’s creation. My spring has caused my life to expand. Now I stand, having been molded from the dust of the earth. My life’s reflection has caused me to come into the ability to stand. I am the workout of Spring’s sunshine. I have been produced by the Almighty God. I EXIST.

I have grown from my forming stages of growth and development. God emptied me out to reload me to produce my garden with much fruit and vegetables. I am the shape that God created, molded from the image of God.

For it is no longer I, but the Christ that lives inside of me. I am the Ruah, The Breath of God, made from God’s luxury version. God caused me to become sellable produce.  My coat of many colors has taken me in the many directions of life’s journey. I am the investment of God.

I Thank God for His GRACE that has covered me and His MERCY that found me; being chosen to be the Oil of God. I am the text of this book.

I promise to share the truth and nothing but the truth, living from my world of illustrations. I am the topic and the subject. I am the written articles as I describe the accounts of my life. Known to many as Lisa, I am Malessia J. Poe; uploaded to this earth, born the fourth child out of seven children.

My awesome mother had the task of undertaking the part of being a single parent, raising me along with my siblings. She was the single parent that raised seven children. Thank God she did not abandon us. She was a single parent that held her seven children together. We were her proximity. We are the union of the late Missionary Jeraldean Poe Freeman. We are the evidence of seven children being raised by a strong, single, and God-fearing mother.

~ Her children rise up and bless her. Proverbs 32:28

My mother was a virtuous mother who served God with all her heart. I Thank God Almighty for the life of my mother, a woman of God who gave us our foundations, teaching us to do what is right and to avoid wrongfulness; giving us the stability to endure as we looked at her life of being a single mother with seven children. We love you Sweet Pea, Sweetie Pie, Mama Baby (Tears)

I remember how my mom would take us and spend time with us, dancing with us in a circle. Boy could she dance! She would let us be watered down with the water hose out in the front yard.

For Christmas she would make sure we all had something. Each year I would ask for a bicycle. One year, I remember getting buster brown shoes in which I hated, and a baby doll for Christmas. I loved baby dolls. Then another year she gave me a pair of 14 karat gold earrings and a can radio, but I kept on asking for that bicycle.

It happened, I got my bicycle, and I ended up on my face. I remember back in those days we would get ice on the ground in the winter and I wanted to ride my bike. So, when my mom left home, I pulled my ten speed out on the ice and started bike riding. I ended up in a ditch and that ended that!

I remember 1971 being nine years old how my mother worked with me for months as we were approaching Easter Sunday. My mother had said that she was going to put me and her on program to do a duet. She began to work with me through song, working with me for many hours. The first song she and I ever sang together was Can’t you see how they did my Lord Can’t you see how they did, see how they did, see how they did my Lord." I remember her telling me we were going to sing it and that all she wanted me to do was to look at her and not be afraid. Training a child in the way that they should go so that when they get older it will not depart from them. I feel like my mother had a magnifying glass that could see all that God