In 1995, God spoke to me (in a still audible voice) about writing a book concerning the accounts of my life. Immediately, he gave me the title, “How I Got Over.” I was so excited that I shared it with my mentor and best friend, Kay Asher. I also had two other dear friends, Juanita Harbor and Lisa Myers that I entrusted this with.
All of this sounded good except I felt as though I was not spiritually ready and was certainly not ready to talk about my life, let alone disclose all the painful details to total strangers. We can find every excuse in the book sometimes not to do God’s Will, even when we know he spoke to us? So I procrastinated.
Fear was controlling my life. The Bible says God has not given us the spirit of fear, but power, love and a sound mind (Timothy 1:7). At that time in my life I allowed Satan and many of life’s circumstances to shape my future and dictate my life. I was like so many today that are struggling with totally surrendering their life and will to Him. I was too saved to be classified as a sinner and I was too much of a sinner to be completely classified as a Christian.

I am reminded of talking to [my mother] about what I called at that time of hearing voices in my head, acting strange, being able to feel others pain, and seeing things before they happened. My momma would just hug me and say to me, “Baby that’s God talking to you.”
I recall her telling me that I was chosen of God and He has picked me out from among others to do his works. Well, even through I did not understand this, I believed it simply because my momma said it, and I was okay with this until some children at school started making fun of me and calling me strange. Can’t children be mean sometimes?
There were even some older people that called themselves “Christians” in the church, so called friends, and enemies that called me strange and ridiculed and mocked me.

We were at home one fine day and my former spouse was in rage due to alcohol. ‘Til this day I don’t even know what I did. We had three children at that time. He sat the children on the couch, got a gun and put it to my head and told them that he was going to kill their mother. Well, I didn’t know a lot, but I remembered what to say. As he began to pull the trigger, I said to him in these words, “If you shoot me, I’m not going to die.” He pulled the trigger and the bullet did not enter the chamber…. He then picked me up and slammed me on the ground and began kicking me.

I could hear the soft whisper of God talking to me in the midst of my tears. He told me, “With My stripes you are healed.” It was a personal promise from God to me. My tears dried instantly.
Jesus is the one who brought me over. As my role model, Nan E. Turner sings the song on her latest CD of “How I Got Over.” The song says, “My soul can’t help but look back and wonder of how I got over,” but thanks be to God, today, I don’t have to wonder anymore. God is the reason I got over.