Befriending the Storm

By J. W. Wild

Throughout foster homes and sitting fire's with only the need to get back home and then many hardships because of bad choices the journey started in Gainesville Ga. and moved to current states and different jails and prisons with many adventures with drugs, alcohol and crimes along the way as God called and protected back to Gainesville Ga. Life only continued to face broader hardships, and God was always there calling until I came, and then it was a back and forth battle between man and God and guess who won?. Until this day, throughout many struggles, God is still changing my life and showing people his power through his chosen people.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: Dec 22, 2022
• ISBN: 9781664285972

J. W. Wild

He has overcome many obstacles by the grace of God. Throughout all of J. W. Wild trials and unwillingness to listen to other’s advise their have been many hardships. With all the bad decision Mr. Wild has made God has carried him through many storms that you will enjoy in this experience. People who are facing trials and feel hopeless in life J. W. Wild will share the most intimate blessings and miracles through the journey of life. God shows is love and power of how he cares. This novel is hope being fulfilled to anyone in life.

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CONTENTS

Jeremiah 30:17

Jeremiah 18:2-6

James 3:8-9

Genesis 32:24-28

Psalm 91:14

Revelation 3:15

Proverbs 21:1

Proverbs 2:6

Philippians 4:19

2 Kings 6:14-17

Isaiah 25:1

John 5:1

2 Corinthians 12:7-9

Proverbs 15:11

Proverbs 20:24

Galatians 3:9

Proverbs 30:5

Romans 14:11

Psalm 50:14

Ephesians 5:31

Proverbs 19:14

Ephesians 6:14-17

Psalms 49:14,15

Proverbs 18:21

Psalm 119:18

Psalm 89:46

Proverbs 3:3

Matthew 21:22

Proverbs 23:13,14

Proverb 18:21

Proverbs 25:24

Proverbs 2:6

Job 1:9,10

Psalm 30:5

Psalm 23:6

Proverb 20:30

Matthew 18:19

Matthew 19:6

In Closing

About The Author

From childhood to setting fires to foster homes and using drugs, drinking as a teenage boy to man, fleeing from state to state in and out of jails and prison’s. I discovered Jesus Christ and my heart strives to the path of following him. Once I stopped running from God then God showed me my purpose to being born on this earth and the heartaches I would suffer for people I care for and the wife that changed my world.

JEREMIAH 30:17

I will Restore Health To you And Heal you OF your Wounds.

I was born in May 1969. I am the fith oldest of seven children. My parents struggled to support my siblings and I. Growing up I was part of children raising children my parent’s were very young. As a out of control child I received many spankings but not enough to have a great impact on my decision making. Eight years old my two oldest brother’s and I broke into a lumber yard and set off the alarm as we were making our way out I dropped a old wallet that had my photograph inside. This should have been a sign to obey my parents this was 1977 and one of many theft events that lead me into foster care. This was the beginning of my so called criminal life. My brother and I were caught and taken away from our parents and put into foster homes. I started out in Lula a which was a big orchard with all types of fruit I picked apples, grapes, peaches and lots of other fruit’s. I think about my family a lot then one morning I get out of bed I’m really home sick and at this time I have been grounded from riding my bicycle so it is chained up. Out side I find a girls bicycle and I ride the bike from Alto to Hull almost 20 miles or so I remind you I’m only eight years old. I ride my heart out until I arrive at my grandmother house and just so happens my mother and siblings are with her. Mom loads the bike into her car and we go to her house on mountainveiw rd. Once we arrive at home the case worker over my well being comes to pick me up like he knew I would come there, after a lot of crying and hugging I am on my way back to Alto. I really have no clue as to who God is at this time we were never taught about God back then. I arrive back in late afternoon and of course I’m grounded again and I sit outside thinking why life is so bad. I have been here around six months at the time and one weekend my brother cones and visits for the weekend he also is in a foster home. We play and talk we have a tire swing so me being mean I cut the rope enough to break and when my brother is swinging I push hard and fast until it breaks and he fly’s through the air. I laugh and he almost crys and catches himself then starts laughing about it and again I realize how much I miss everyone. A couple of weeks later I go to school and I’m really down the lady over the home I live in told me I would never get to go home after I run away. At school I tell the teacher I’m sick so they call some one to come pick me up. After arriving at home everyone goes back to whatever they started out doing I go to my bedroom and take some matches out and strike one once it is burning I hold it to a sheet until it catches a flam and starts burning. I go outside and jump on the trampoline until I hear fire trucks and they pull into the yard to put out the fire I was asked if I knew how the fire started and I lied and said no. Losing was so natural for me in my childhood. One of the hardest parts of being away from my family was while i was on the trampoline my mind set was I will get to go home because of the fire, I’m really believing this as a broken hearted child . As I sit here and think back on all of the past events I’m really heart broken and hurt with sadness I think of what a preacher said to me one day, he says that your mother an father who conceive you are not always the parents who raise you. Then I think about my step daughter that God choose me to be part of her life. God gave me love for her and placed me in her path, so she could have a man to guide her and it taught me to be a father. We both had a lot of the same issues and she choose me from the start. I was looking back to the day I set the fire there was a lady God choose to raise me and she was like a mother to me. That afternoon I’m moved to another foster home which I only stay for a few days until I’m moved to yet another foster home at this time my birthday has came around and now I’m at the age of nine. Once I arrive at my new foster home, the dad of the house is a preacher in Flowery Branch. he is really strick about everything. We are ordered to go to church and as i can remember i have never been to church and i don’t like my new home so one night I go into my room while everyone is watching T.V. and once again I set my bed on fire. I go out the back door to the preachers brothers house and in a short time I am found then everyone is asking me question’s. Why did I set the house on fire, I really don’t know why except that I do not like it here and then they ask? If I set the first house on fire I deny it but they know I did it. Its around 12:00 am midnight and now I’m being taken to boys home, which is a youth home for troubled boy’s and girl’s. The next day the locks click and our doors open there is a man who leads everyone to the dinning hall for breakfast after this the rest of my day is meeting a lot of new people. I’m also told that the first foster home parents know that I set the fire to their home. In the afternoon the staff would lock us in our rooms until dinner at night we would have boiled peanuts and some one would talk about God whom I did not know or even understood who he really was. I am held in the kids home for a period of maybe two months, one day a lady comes to speak with me her name was Ms. Tee she tells me she would like for me to come live with her but only if I promise not to run away or burn down her home, I agree to her terms. Ms. Tee lived in Flowery Branch . At the time and she cared for two other children that we’re both handy cape in some area weather physical or Mental. I really loved and cherished my new mom she showed me what love meant and even when I was in trouble at times for being mean she showed me love through my punishment. Ms. Tee had the biggest heart she was called by God to work with children like me, her daughter she was attending college and she lived with us even on some weekend’s she would let me sleep in her room and watch music videos all night. I had a crush on her at nine years old and did not like any of her boyfriends, I would act out when one of her friends were over just to get her attention. Ms. Tee dropped us off at the baby sitters one morning and i was playing with a pellet gun air rifle and shot one of the kids in the leg and he never cried blood started coming out of the wound. I over reacted out of not knowing what to do so after a few so after awhile the babysitter found out and I came forward with the truth. I was grounded for awhile and as I am and while writing this I had to ask God to forgive me for being mean to the other kids and hurting him at the time. As a kid I did I did some really mean things and I seem to have never learned from it at the time it had taken year’s to deal with some issues I had. One day in the summer of 1978 I was out side being mean thinking I was playing I started throwing berries at the same kid I had shot with the pellet gun. It really hurts me in my spirit to know how I acted s a child even to other kids because I know now what loving other people means and with all I have been through God has really worked in my life. Now I’m trying to understand Gods will this is what everyone’s life is about Faith and God this is why we have a free choice of decision in what to choose. After living with Ms. Tee for a year and a half my case worker came and spoke to the two of us his name was Bob he spoke about it being time for me to return to my birth parents. Ms. Tee said she would like for me to keep living with her that she would like to adopt me as her child and she would send me to college and show me a life that I have never had. I really wonted to stay with her I was torn between my parents and missed everyone so much that I decided to go back home. My parents lived on mountainveiw road at the time we lived in a really old house with a outhouse for a bathroom no bath tub and we had a claw foot bath tube outside that we heated water up to wash in no matter how cold or hot the temperature was outside. Six or less children had to use the water behind each other. My dad worked a lot trying to support the family so I stayed on the street’s stealing and in trouble it was nothing major of course im eleven years of age at the time. After months we moved to Atlanta Hwy, in which was a bigger and nicer house. I still remember going to dump sits and finding most of my close to wear to school this was how poor we were and we did not have God in our lives. We barely had the money to allow me to play on a baseball team at school and I was really good