A Woman of God's Favor

By Vada Hawkins

Vada Hawkins shares her personal testimonies and struggles common to all women. Be encouraged and know that God is no respecter of persons. You too can rise up in the love of God, be secure in yourself, and be a whole woman. God loves you and this book will help you tap into the favor of God.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Dec 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9781098012663

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The Grace of God

My late mother was pregnant with me and homeless at the same time. She was eating food out of people’s garbage cans for us to survive. At night, she was sleeping in the graveyards on top of people’s grave stones. She gave birth to me on April 1, 1970. I was born with scoliosis. My mother was doing the best she could at that time. I thank God she didn’t give me up or decide to have an abortion. I still respect and love her for that.

As I was growing up, I was mentally, emotionally, physically, and sexually abused by members of my own family. I was scared to tell my mom because I thought that she wouldn’t believe me. I grew up very poor. My family was on food stamps and welfare. I was having sex at the age of fifteen. When I was in high school, in tenth grade, I found out I was pregnant with my first child. I had to go to an alternative school for young pregnant mothers. When my first son was nine months old, I was pregnant again by a different boy. I was seventeen years old with two baby boys. When I was in the twelfth grade, I was picked at the whole year because I was pregnant twice in two years. I was talked about like a junkyard dog. The only reason why I had graduated was because one of my teachers felt sorry for me and gave me a passing grade.

I did graduate and got my diploma. I had my third son and I was on welfare and food stamps. In 1994, I got married and divorced in the same year. I was all messed up as a young woman in a negative way. There were a lot of things I had to learn in the streets on my own. My mother never taught me how to become a woman, how to take care of myself, or how to handle life’s trials, trouble, and tribulations. I never did blame her or get mad at her because her mother never did teach her how to be a mother either. My father got my mother pregnant and then he left her. Even to this day, I am forty eight years old and I still never met my real father. So, I never did have any real father or mother examples in my life. The only thing that I can remember is my mother would always tell me that she is praying for me and that God sees and hears everything. Those words have stuck with me even until this day.

The Other Woman

I was the little girl who always felt rejected during my childhood because I was always being compared to my other siblings and cousins. All of my female friends at school,