God Ain’T Thinking What You’Re Thinking

By Darlene S. Swinson

Love yourself, and stop allowing people dictate your life. Lean and depend on Jesus who is your best friend. Pray in and out of season about everything pertaining to your life. Sometimes we tend to think evil thoughts toward one another, but like the topic explains God is not thinking what your or anyone thinking, because the thoughts he thinks towards us is good and not evil.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 22, 2011
• ISBN: 9781477175323

Darlene S. Swinson

Darlene Simpson Swinson was born on September 09, 1953 at Kelly, North Carolina. I now live in Biloxi MS. Harrison County. My education is a Certified Nurse Assistant and I have a Business Administration-Associate Degree. My hobbies are traveling, sewing and singing and cooking. I wrote this book to inform, and to encourage my readers that you can make it through hard times by fasting and praying. Put God, first in your life things will get easy if you believe, trust in him and not give up. Change your attitude about life, speak and do positive things to help your situation.

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GOD

AIN’T THINKING WHAT YO U’RE THINKING

WHY?

FOR I KNOW THE THOUGHTS THAT I THINK TOWARD

YOU, SAITH THE LORD, THOUGHTS OF PEACE AND

NOT EVIL, TO GIVE YOU AN EXPECTED END.

JEREMIAH 29:11

Darlene S. Swinson

Copyright © 2011 by Darlene S. Swinson.

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"FOR MY THOUGHTS ARE NOT

YOUR

THOUGHTS, NEITHER ARE YOUR

WAYS

MY WAYS SAITH THE LORD

ISAIAH 55:8

Contents

1.   My Childhood

2.   Running Away From Home

3.   Raped

4.   My first marriage

5.   New Location

6.   The Second Marriage

7.   Trusting in the Lord

8.   Education

9.   When will you start loving yourself?

10.   God Will Give You Survivor Skills

11.   Prayer is the Vital Link to Life

Introduction

I was born in Kelly, North Carolina on September9,1953; to the late Archie and Catherine Simpson. I’m the youngest of 13 children; seven are deceased. I trust this book will encourage you, and touch your heart.

My Childhood

During my childhood, we farmed to make a living. My mother taught me how to sew and cook, wash cloths and take care of home. My father showed me how to plant and grow vegetables. My brother and sister taught me how to make toys out of a wagon wheel so that we could ride it like a merry go-round. We used a rope for a swing, hanging from a tree and had a jumping board that was also used as a seesaw.

I loved dolls. I used to pull up grass and wash the dirt out of the root and use a stick to wrap the root into curls. Then I would tie a string around it for my doll’s dress. We didn’t have money to buy toys back then, so we had to be content with what we had. We would go to play with other children and shared our toys. I regret when I couldn’t go places like other kids.

Sometimes we even had to survive on biscuit sandwiches and worn out shoes with cardboard inside to keep our feet off the ground; especially when it was cold outside. When it rained, the cardboard would get wet and drop out the bottom of the shoe … how well I remember.

I attended elementary school at Natmore in Kelly, North Carolina. I went to East Arcadia High School in Riegelwood, N. C., and after the first year, we were transferred to Elizabethtown, N.C.

As I began to grow and learn that things should have been better than what they were; I realized that I was not capable of handling the disappointments. Not only was farm work hard for me, which was our means of living, but I did not like being blamed for something I did not do, nor the punishment I received for what someone else did. I suppose I was blamed because I was the youngest, but that didn’t make it right.

Running Away From Home

In 1969 around May or June, my father came home one Saturday night, intoxicated. I guess he assumed I