Walking God's Tightrope

By Victoria Lloyd

The spirit of God said to me, Close your eyes, and I did. Then He said, This is why men should always pray; now open your eyes. As I did, the person that had knocked me to the floor jumped back and shouted as loud as she could to her friend that was with her, Look at her! She is crazy! Man, she is crazy! She backed away from me to the door of the room and called the police on her own self. Life can be like a tennis game; it serves you up all kind of unexpected moves. You have to know how to return your play to be a winner. Jesus made it clear, His favor and loving-kindness and mercy are enough for you through any danger. My strength and power will pitch a tent over and dwell upon you.[1 Corinthians 12:9] while walking Gods tightrope to victory in this world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 19, 2010
• ISBN: 9781450067980

Victoria Lloyd

I was born in White Oak, North Carolina. Graduated from Bladen Central High School, became an ordained Evangelist at an early age also in North Carolina. Later graduated from Philadelphia Training Center as a nurse where I received six awards for academic achievements. I also attended GEMEDCO Medical Center for Physical therapy. I am the proud mother of two sons.

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Walking God’s Tightrope

Victoria Lloyd

Copyright © 2010 by Victoria Lloyd.

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Contents

INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

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DEDICATION

THANK GOD FOR BEING MY SHEPHERD IN THESE DAYS AND TIMES.

I THANK MY OLDEST SON LONNIE AND HIS WIFE TAMARA

LLOYD FOR KEEPING ME ENCOURAGED.

I THANK ALSO MY YOUNGEST SON

MARK LLOYD FOR GIVING MY DECISIONS ON THIS BOOK THE UP MOST

RESPECT

TO ERNESTINE SIMS FOR CHALLENGING ME AS MUCH AS SHE COULD,

TO SEE THAT I DID NOT HAVE TIME TO THINK OF GIVING UP.

INTRODUCTION

I realize now that when I confessed that I have been born again, I became a prey to the devil and all his demons; that’s why I am Walking God’s Tightrope. At first I did not know what being a child of God would really mean.

This is why I want the young in Christ or the ones that are making up their minds to come to Christ Jesus to understand: In this life saved or unsaved you are going to have some hardships to suffer though all on your own belief. I can not minimize this because it’s especially hard to those who have just started this Christian walk. Don’t expect God to answer right away all the time when you think you need him. Get to know God’s promises where you are concerned because you will really need to know. He doesn’t lie and he is alive and his word is alive and full of power. Once you get a grip on that then have patience and endurance like we did as children for Santa Claus at Christmas. Remember nothing could shake our faith and if our friends did try to tell us the truth we would just get angry and believed harder so we could prove them wrong. Guess what I learned: Wisdom is the principal thing. Because we had received gifts before at Christmas, we had faith that Santa was real. Guess what? If you believe God is real you are still right.

Have you ever seen a circus where they had a person or persons walking on a tightrope? He was in the air far above the crowd with a safety net under it just in case he fell so he would be able to get up and try again. The people on the ground were as quiet as could be while he walked. If he fell you would hear such an out cry you would know something went wrong; guess who does that in its spirit, the enemy with joy. If he didn’t fall then the crowd raised their voices and let out all their anxiousness and thoughts in such loud cheers of happiness for him; guess who does that, the whole heavenly host. The same will happen for you when your tightrope walking is finished. Then will come out of heaven the cheers from the angels of God, the son of God, the Holy Spirit of God and the heavenly host of God: You have then just pleased God himself—your father. You have just said to the world, I may have suffered from the trickery of Satan by the hands of man but I stayed on the narrow path (tightrope) while coming to God because the God I served told me he was my safety net and I would not slip, fall or fail. Not a hair on my head would perish as long as I kept walking. This is my testimony: Living for Jesus Christ is the only way to live." So just take the sword of God, the shield of faith, put on the belt of truth, the helmet of salvation, and shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel and hold your place on the rope with an unfailing belief to the end.

CHAPTER ONE

I left my home and went apartment hunting because the neighborhood changed and the people that moved in were more violent than they were when I moved in that neighborhood. I found this apartment in what I thought was a nice neighborhood. I moved in for six months and everything was wonderful. Then what I started noticing was that the lady upstairs would come and knock on my door, and when I opened it she would be standing there in her bath towel or a tee shirt. Being a nurse for twenty nine years, people’s bodies did not excite me. I was unaware that she was trying to help the landlord get the place paid for in a hurry. She was the landlord’s sister. The landlord had just purchased this house and she only was renting it so she could own it. But when that did not get my attention, my loving landlord started not being so loving. She would enter my home without letting me know and when I asked her why she would say in the nastiest voice, Because I want to. This is my place.

The problems went from her coming into my apartment whether or not I was there to wanting me to pay the electric bill for the whole building plus my rent. My electric bill when I moved in was thirty two dollars a month, now it was three hundred eighty five to four hundred dollars a month. When I refused to pay it she asked me to move which would have given her room to sue me because I would have broken the lease. Instead I called the electric company and questioned them about my bill being so high. They in turn took the electric out of my name until she fixed the problem—which was that she had gotten some people to fix the wiring her way which was done wrong. Then she wanted me to pay for the wiring being fixed. When I refused all hell broke lose. She took me to court saying I owed her money that I did not owe her.

I had never been to court before so I was trying to get the feel of the place and my legs were hurting. You see, that was why I was looking for an apartment in the first place. I had fallen down seventeen steps and the doctor had asked me to live on one floor because of the damage I had done to them. While I was thinking on this a gentleman came out from the back of the place wearing this long black robe. The minute he saw her he extended his hand to her and asked her, What can I do for you?

She got up from her seat and walked over to a plain looking, four-legged table in front of him, so I moved over to the table in front on the other side. I had seen enough movies to know what I felt I should do.

Your honor, she began. I want Mrs. Lloyd to move.

Why, he asked, Is she behind in her rent or what?

She has been late once or twice, she responded.

Is she late now?

No, but I want her to move.

Without asking me any questions, he turned from her and said, I was going to evict you anyway, so you have . . ., and he paused and looked at her.

She said, Ten days your honor.

He turned back to me and said, Ten days.

Here I am with both legs messed up and could hardly walk; the cab driver had to help me into the court, and now he says in ten days I will have to move. So I said, Don’t I get a chance to say something?

He answered, No!

I said, But sir, I can’t. What am I supposed to do in ten days?

He said, You have a son! Let him help you!

Then he announced in a loud voice, Next case.

As I left the court room, I was thinking how he could know about my son. Nobody asked me if I was alone or not. What happened next I’d say was an angelic visitation. This sweet, little lady came past me and whispered in my ear, You can appeal that but you have to move on it.

So I called back to the court and the clerk that was on duty didn’t know what was happening. When I asked her how I went about it she explained it to me and I did just as she told me and it worked. Ten days later when my landlord came over to clean the place out I was still there. She became furious. You have to leave here now, she said.

I don’t think so, I said, handing her the appeal papers.

Well, the war was on. She explained, If you go out I will change the locks and you can’t get back in.

I called the police and one came out and explained, It’s her place, she can do whatever she wants to.

So I stayed in the house for three solid months without going anyplace because I knew that until I could walk well enough I didn’t want to be outside all day. The police wrote up a report saying I was concerned about my things being put out and nothing about me or the locks. You could not help but remember what was written in Psalms 27: that when war should rise against me, I would not fear and in that would I be confident. The next thing I knew, the people who lived on the second floor started having sex all over the place as loud as they could make it. I turned up my TV and prayed all day everyday for this thing to stop. When that stopped, I started having this sweet smell coming through my doors that was unbelievable. When that did not work, she put a monitor on the wall outside in the hallway against where the head of my bed was located so she could hear everything I did in my bedroom and blocked my phone so I could not make calls from inside the apartment, so I had to go out. Everyplace I would get to move, someone would call and tell them bad