I Remember, Memoirs Of A Child Remembering, Forgiving,and Letting Go To Be Free

By Christine George

Back Page I stand in awe of Christine's honesty, transparency, courage, and the majesty of her loving herself enough to heal herself through the sharing of her story. This book is a must read for parents and children alike who have been victims of domestic violence. Christine tears down the age-old adage of "what goes on in the house stays in this house." This book gives a voice to the voiceless children who are victims of domestic violence who suffer in silence. Dr. Lateshia Woodley, LPC, NCC Counseling Psychologist, Author, Speaker Letting Go of the Child Within Have you ever had a child tug on you to get your attention? They will tug and tug and sometimes call your name until you answer. This is what hidden wounds will do. No matter how much you try to bury it, it's still there. No matter how many times you try to forget it, it's still there. No matter how much you try to move forward, it's still there, tugging until you answer. "I Remember" is the journey of a woman remembering her past, forgiving her present, and letting go of the little girl within to save her future. "I Remember" will take you on a journey of uncovering masked wounds to reveal the undiscovered you by coming face to face with your truths. Christine draws scripture to reveal how remembering, forgiving, and letting go set individuals free to reach their full potential by facing truth to release the power that is within.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jun 21, 2017
• ISBN: 9781635757507

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I Remember . . .

Christine George

Memoirs of a child remembering, forgiving, and letting go to be set free

ISBN 978-1-63575-749-1 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-63575-750-7 (Digital)

Copyright © 2017 by Christine George

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Anything covered won’t get healed.

—Madea

Preface

Setting Prisoners Free (Psalm 146:7–10)

W

hen you think of prisoners,

one would think of a person whom has committed a gruesome crime, sentenced to many years in prison, and with no hope of ever returning home or beginning again. At least, that was my way of thinking. Through this healing process, I realized that I was a prisoner of my own thoughts, my own beliefs, my own dreams, and my own life. I created this fantasy life where everything was perfect. Perfect wife, perfect husband, perfect children, and perfect home. Right . . . Wrong! I have come to realize that I was a prisoner, except I wasn’t behind bars. But I was behind the lies, the anger, the hate, and the unforgiveness. So, it doesn’t matter if you are not behind bars. If you are held behind anything that is hindering you from your purpose, you are a prisoner of it.

In Psalm 146:7, it states, Who executes justice for the oppressed, who gives food to the hungry. The Lord gives freedom to the prisoners. I was reading my daily devotional one morning before getting ready for work and I can honestly admit I was a prisoner who needed to be set free, and the only way I was going to receive it was remembering, forgiving, and letting go of those things that held me bound. If God can give justice to the oppressed, food to the hungry, and freedom to the prisoners, then He could most definitely do all of that for me right now. When God said he gives freedom to the prisoners, He was speaking of either captive nations like Israel or individuals like Daniel from the lions’ den (Daniel 6:23), Peter from his prison house (Acts 12:7–10), and Jeremiah from the dungeon (Jeremiah 37:16–17). They all received deliverance from being imprisoned physically and spiritually.

In vs. 8 it states, The Lord opens the eyes to the blind; the Lord raises those who are bowed down; the Lord loves the righteous. My eyes have been opened to see the real issues of my life. Opened to refocus and to lift my soul up so that I am able to see the righteousness of God and the plans that he has for my life.

He further says in vs.9, The Lord preserveth the strangers; he relieveth the fatherless and widow: but the way of the wicked he turneth upside down. When I read this, I could only think of a man that God reserved for me to relieve me from feeling and being fatherless for so long, and that man is Cool Breeze (you will read more about him in the book). God sent Cool Breeze for the replacement of my absent father, just like when God sent his son to die for our sins. And when His job was complete, Jesus was united back with His Father. Cool Breeze was sent to plant seeds of love to many people, especially children without active fathers. Once his job was complete and once I really was no longer imprisoned by the sin of unforgiveness, Cool Breeze was united with his Father as well. And when Satan’s world was turned upside down, God got the victory (vs. 10)! Oh, how God send people into our lives to teach lessons for our salvation, to save us, and to give freedom to the prisoners. This book is dedicated to the love and life of Cool Breeze, because without him in my life, I would still be behind bars.

Thank you to my husband, king, lover, and best friend for showing me how to love unconditionally.

To my mother, thank you for allowing me to share your story to the world and not being a bitter woman because of it. I know I don’t say it enough, but I do love you.

To my children, do not allow anything in your past to hold you back from your future because I will no longer hinder you from your inheritance.

To my brother, it’s time to remember, forgive, and let go to be set free!

As I Watched

Watch and as well as pray (Mathew 21:41).

W

hen my husband and I

first met, we were very much unequally yoked in our Christian life, but our personal life was quite parallel. We were both brought up in the church, sung in choir, ushered, etc. He had lost his faith along the way, while I continued to keep the faith. I remember when the children and I were on our way to church, I would ask my husband, Baby, do you want to go to church with us? He would laugh and say, Don’t worry about me. Save yourself. In 1 Peter 3:1, it states, "Wives, likewise, be submissive to your own husbands, that even if some do not obey the word, they, without a word, may be won by the conduct of their wives." All I can say is, God won! In my husband’s late thirties and by the grace of God, my husband found his faith in God once again.

We both grew up in a home where our fathers both drank, were abusive to our mothers, neglected their home life for other women, and we were both the baby in our family. When the marriages were over, our fathers did not support us financially, physically, or emotionally. Our fathers both started new lives with other families, while our mothers struggled to make ends meet. His mother mainly worked at convenient stores, while my mother mainly cleaned houses. The only real difference between us is that my husband was able to forgive and I was not. To say that you have forgiven someone is releasing everything they did to you and everything that you thought they should have done for you. Forgiveness is an action and is very hard to do, especially if you feel that you have not done anything wrong. Or have you? I realized this through watching my husband care for his father after his health declined. As I watched, I could not believe my eyes.

My husband worked away from home at a construction site. He received a call that his father was sick, and without thinking twice, my husband took off from his job for months to care for his father. As I watched, I could not understand why he would do this, knowing that we had twins who were seniors in high school and were about to go to college, and I also wasn’t working. On top of that, my father-in-law was diagnosed with dementia. With all things considered, this was not going to be an easy task.

I watched my husband tirelessly take his father back and forth to Georgia to visit his stepmom because his father couldn’t remember that my husband already took him. This issue went on for weeks. My husband would get up around 5:00 a.m., take his father two hours away to sit with his wife for about five minutes, and return home. Once they would make it back home, my father-in-law would ask my husband to Take me to see my ‘Suga Baby.’ My husband would be so upset and tell his father, Daddy, I just took you! And an argument would start. But without a doubt, my husband would take him back to see his Suga Baby for five more minutes and return home. My husband would be so exhausted. This was like watching a mother care for a child