Beginning of My Walk with God

By Martha Ann Peterson

These are true personal stories of optimism, faith and strength of my walk with God. I was inspired to tell my stories to encourage other people to listen when God speaks. He does speak to us in many ways.
He speaks to us:
1. In a dream
2. Through our mind
3. Through scriptures
4. Through prayer
5. Through a friend
6. Through a mentor
7. Through a prop
8. Through a vision

and many other ways. When God speaks to you, be obedient to his Word.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Dec 7, 2022
• ISBN: 9781665576987

Martha Ann Peterson

Martha Ann Peterson lives with her husband of 59 years, James Earl Peterson and over these years have enjoyed a life time of spoiling her 5 children, 17 grandchildren and 13 great grandchildren. She graduated from nursing school and worked as a Registered Nurse. She enjoyed years of taking care of the sick. Martha enjoyed traveling and telling her kids about the true stories of her walk with God. Her favorite saying is, "to God be the glory". She presently attends a Baptist Church but grew in the Pentecostal Church.

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Beginning of My Walk with God

My walk with God began when I was five years old. I was born in a small southern town in South Carolina known as Hartsville. My mother was a sweet, Christian, praying woman, who had a smile for every one she met. My father was a sharp dresser and kept his hair slick back in a process. He also was a womanizer and abusive to my mother. He was fifteen years her senior. She left him when I was three years old. Her next husband was also a womanizer, mean and abusive. He would get drunk and beat her up. Between the two husbands, she had ten children to live. I was the sixth child. I was named after my mother’s sister, Martha Lee Ann who was also my godmother. I was always a loner. While my siblings were out playing with their friends, I would stay home and sit next to my mother or follow her around in the house. At the age of five, I began to have visions that my stepfather was stabbing her with an ice pick, so I was afraid to leave her. I thought by staying close to her, I could protect her. One day when she was sitting on the back porch in a rocking chair, and I was sitting on the floor next to her, a friend from across the field came over to visit her. She sat on the porch with my mother and my mother said to me, go somewhere and play. She said to her friend, I declare this child sit under me all the time. I moved from the porch and went and sat under the edge of the porch. It was at that time that I overheard her tell her friend how my stepfather tried to stab her with an ice pick. I realized then that I could not protect my mother just by staying under her, at that moment I started to talk to God, asking him to protect her. At five years old, I was still wetting the bed. I would get laughed at by my siblings and a beating from my mother. One