Dad, I Wrote!: The Veil

God is a God that does not lie. He knows the number of hairs on your head, and it is he who searches the hearts to know what the mind of the spirit is because he makes intercession for the saints. It is he who hath made us and not us ourselves. Now we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this surpassingly great power is from God and not us ourselves. Charlotte could not walk away from who she truly was deep inside, so she continued to consistently encourage herself with reminders that her true identity did not rest in the fact that she was a mother or a nursing assistant. She had come to know that her true identity was rooted in Jesus Christthat she was righteousness in the eyes of God and that she was his daughter. She reminded herself that God had placed her on earth to complete a divinely appointed mission and that her life was not her own but devoted in service to God. She has a life of special services to the Lord. She was told she was born with a caul on her face. She believes she is a caul bearer, dedicated to the will and purpose of God. She also remembers that she was never alone; the Spirit of God was always with her. But she still struggles to see her purpose clearly beyond serving faithfully as a mother. As the veil of each trial is lifted, she has to struggle until the rising of the next veil. She raises her children in the ways of the Lord and works as a nursing assistant who reaches beyond her duties and truly cares for others as God cares for her.

Beverly Braxton born April 10,1956 was born and raised in Jamaica until the age of twelve years old when she moved to the United States of America legally and was encourage continually by her dad to write. she was not interested in writing and was not sure what to write. then the light came on when the empowered words came into her ears from her dad ＂ you have a story to tell＂ is what he said during his last days and his last visit to me here in the United States. I present you all with the memory of God’s guidance in your life you are not alone. Dad I wrote, the veil.