But God, He's my Husband: Uncensored

By Dishon Tracy

But, God, He's My Husband. Most believers and non-believers alike do not believe in the supernatural. They do not really believe that there are other forces that surround us every day. They do not believe that God or Satan can be responsible for marriage, divorce, friendship, companionship, job, murder, etc.

Dishon Tracy came to know the existence of God and Satan in a real way. Though she was reared in church, all churches certainly do not have the same teachings, just as Jesus and the Pharisees teachings were not alike. Later, she was exposed to the power of the living God. She learned that when the Holy Spirit speaks, we better listen carefully and do what is required of us. In this book, you will learn what she did wrong and what she did right. You will get to know her in an Antichrist state and as a Christian. You will learn not to judge lest ye be judged. Come with her and find out what happens when you do not listen to the Holy Spirit. Some do not see tomorrow. However, in her case, she is here to testify the mercy of God's grace, even when we get off of His road of righteousness.

These things I have spoken unto you that in me ye might have peace.

In the world ye shall have tribulation; but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.

--John 16:33

• Language: English
• Publisher: Covenant Books, Inc.
• Release date: Apr 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9781685261238

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Table of Contents

Title

Copyright

Acknowledgment

Dishon Tracy

Why Did I Write This Book?

Warning! Be Careful Who You Date and Marry!

Chapter 1: Me

Chapter 2: Testimony

Chapter 3: Witches and Warlocks

Chapter 4: The Open Door

Chapter 5: Meeting of the Minds

Chapter 6: Confirmation

Chapter 7: My Husband

Chapter 8: My Darling, I Still Love You

Chapter 9: Satan's Next Assignment

Chapter 10: Have an Ear to Hear

Chapter 11: God's Assignment

Chapter 12: Hear from Others

Chapter 13: Africa, Africa

Chapter 14: Jamaica, the Counterfeit

Chapter 15: Israel, the Beginning

Chapter 16: Jamaica, God's Gift to Me

Chapter 17: God's Gift to the World

About the Author

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But God, He's my Husband

Uncensored

Dishon Tracy

ISBN 978-1-68526-122-1 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-68526-123-8 (Digital)

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Acknowledgment

First and foremost, I give thanks to my Lord Jesus Christ who told me "Arise, walk through the land in the length of it and in the breadth of it; for I will give it unto thee" (Genesis 13:17).

Agape love to my incredible, mighty man of valor, my husband, Owen; to my dearly beloved mother, Gennie Marie, who loved me unconditionally and prayed for me continuously; my stepfather, Rozell, who adopted me as his own child and never treated me any different from his own biological children; to my children—Satin, Lace, and Carea; to my grandchildren—Maximus and Scarlette—you are very special to me; to my brother, Stephen, and sister, Kim. Mom has always taught us unity, and we have remained that way through her life and her death. To my newly discovered half sister, Donna—thank you for being instrumental in confirming our kinship. My precious Aunt Sheila and friend Laura—you both have supported me through some very difficult times. I thank God for you.

I thank God for Pastors Dennis and Colleen Rouse of Victory World Church in Norcross, Georgia, and Pastors Stovall and Kerri Weems of Celebration Church in Jacksonville, Florida. You have inspired me to totally surrender to the God-first life. I love you and have a great respect for you all.

Last but certainly not the least! I am thanking Apostle Fidel Donaldson for inspiring me to write a book. He would often ask, Tracy, when are you going to write your book? Traveling with him and his wife and helping with his bookselling encouraged me that you can do this for yourself. He was right—I could write a book. Nothing is impossible with God. Thanks, Apostle Fidel.

Dishon Tracy

Iam Dishon . In Hebrew, this means walks upon . Since discovering the meaning of my name, I knew God was calling me to walk on water for the rest of my life.

Ecclesiastes 9:11 states, I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favor to men of skill; but time and chance happened to them all.

Why Did I Write This Book?

Warning! Be Careful Who You Date and Marry!

Iwill first say I am not writing this book to embarrass anyone. I must be transparent with my life in order to rescue others. It was purely out of my disobedience to God that I was placed in a situation that could have cost me my physical and spiritual life and that of my children. I want the world to know you can have a successful marriage if you follow Christ's guidelines, according to biblical principles. Second Corinthians 6:14 states, Do not be unequally yoked with unbelievers. For what does righteousness and wickedness have in common or what fellowship can light have with darkness? Some say, Well, he/she was a believer. Then I say, What does the Bible say about this?

Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravenous wolves. You will know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes from thorn bushes or figs from thistles? Even so every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. A good tree cannot bear bad fruit nor can a bad tree bear good fruit. Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire; therefore, by their fruit you will know them. (Matthew 7:15–20)

I did not say you would have the perfect marriage. Again, I did not say you would have the perfect spouse. In fact, sometimes it can be challenging when you are called together for the work of ministry. But you will bounce back if you know beyond a doubt that God has placed you together. If you are single and you are waiting for the relationship God has assigned to you or if you know someone single, this book is for them. Maybe you have a close friend or relative you can recommend this book to and give as a gift. Do it. Do not hesitate! Time is of the essence. Before you marry that man or woman, please read this book. You may see similarities in some of the signs God and Satan sent me. Satan is a counterfeiter. You must seek the wise counsel of the Holy Spirit and yield to that voice. When you listen to God's voice, you will triumph over every obstacle the world places before you.

Chapter 1

Me

When I was born, I was neither rich nor poor. At least that is what I would love to believe. However, my family lineage said otherwise. My mother was a single parent when she conceived me. It seems she had a lot of support from my grandmother before my grandmother became a victim of alcoholism. Nevertheless, I did not know who my father was but was told as an adult that he was from the Caribbean islands.

When I was six months old, my mother married. Later, she had two more children. Mother was a very loving parent. She always tried to do the best she could for us children. My stepfather was as well. He never treated me any differently from his own biological offspring. That was why I did not know any differently until the relatives told me when I turned twelve years old. They were teenagers themselves and did not know any better. This led me to ask my mother the question about who my stepfather was. Her reply was my worst nightmare. No! He is not your biological father.

As a twelve-year-old, my world seemed to go downhill after that. I became very rebellious and did not want to do what my parents asked of me. My reply would always be, He is not my real father anyway.

Later in the marriage, my stepfather became an alcoholic. He had a very stressful job as a retail regional manager for a popular multipurpose chain of stores, a lot like Walmart. During this time, it was highly unlikely that an African American man would hold this type of position. Although the job was stressful, he managed to retain his position of employment for years. I remember he was a very hard worker, and he drank on the weekend. Every year, he and my mother made sure the family took a vacation. We had a life filled with many trips to Orlando, Florida, to see Disney World and family cookouts, but the days following were filled with tears, sorrow, and hope for change.

The day finally came when he and mother separated and later divorced. I seemed to be the most affected. However, I am sure my brother and sister have their own opinions of this statement. Oh, how I raged on the inside, and my emotions went in two different directions. Now I know I was too young to grasp all of these emotions. I loved my stepfather, but I was angry because he was not my biological father. I remember they would often fight, and she would leave and return home time after time. Until one day, she never went back.

My latest memories of these very devastating episodes were when my mother had me and my siblings locked in a room. My stepfather was knocking on the door relentlessly, and my brother was crying, saying he wanted to go with Dad. My sister and I remained quiet, and Mom silently told him to be quiet. He would not stop crying, so my mother let him out of the room. Then my stepfather stopped knocking on the door. He was then taken to the store where my stepfather worked; he came back with toys. The anger grew and grew like a wild animal against my stepfather, and when he and my mother would get into verbal and physical fights, I remember picking up a hot iron and wanting to strike him with it.

One day, my mom was cooking in the kitchen. He kept taunting her until she picked up a cast-iron skillet and broke his nose. He was very jealous—to the point where he did not want us to ever go to the more public beaches. We were always taken to a more secluded beach. I later saw why. A photo of my mother after bearing three children—she still looked terrific in her polka dot, light-blue-and-white bikini.

Sometimes, my grandmother would walk inebriated with her dog from where she lived and across a railroad track in order to protect my mother. My eldest aunt was very protective of my mom as well. They were very strong-minded women and feared no one. I recalled later my aunt speaking to drug dealers in a housing project, telling them to move away from her apartment or there would be consequences. She also did not mind beating up a woman or two in the neighborhood. Her mouth was like a sailor's, and no