I grew up on the crime side. The NY street s. Where you learn at a early age how to eat on them streets. You either down or you not. I jumped through a lot of hoops to fit in. Only to find out. I actually didn’t belong there. It took me a while to get it. But I finally got a understanding after a couple of bids up north in a few state run facilities I found out the truth. The streets got no love for no one. The streets will always be the same whether I’m there or not. Shit don’t change unless I choose to change. It was a hard lesson but one that I needed to learn. I retired from the streets without receiving a pension. But I got out alive. Praying with the families of all those who do not make it through. I was blessed to find a way out. I earned my seat in the fellowship. I have the battle scars physical and mental. Please believe me. God’s grace and mercy saved me and showed me that I was way off course. My thinking was more than just upside down. It was backwards and twisted and distorted. I’m clean now coming up on 6 years in October. I never would have made it with out Devine Intervention. God’s grace and mercy again shines through in my times of struggle. I am a living testimony. If I can do it anymore can. I was considered to be a lost cause. My higher power said no. You are worthy.
Peace and blessings
Good evening. Speaking as a survivor of a near fatal Catastrophe. My active addiction. I k ow first hand that prayer works and has continued to work all through out my recovery process as well. It was definitely Devine Intervention that brought me into the recovery and away from the pain of addiction I am clear on the fact that God has been covering me for a long time. My life was spared then and again earlier this year when I suffered a major stroke and was laying on my bathroom floorfor 3 days. God was with me the whole time although I was home alone I was never alone. I was saved to share my story with you. I have been called many things since my stroke. I’ve been told I inspire people. Ihave been called a miracle. I’ve even been called a hero by some. Wow ME really. I remember when I used to be called a thief and a crackhead, a deadbeat and a host of other negative things. I won’t go into the details but I believe that you get the picture.
One very important thing I have learned is NEVER GIVE UP. If you are reading this and you have been struggling hang on. Your miracle is on the way. You just need to believe. It’s coming don’t quit 5 minutes before the miracle. Give time, time. Take it a day or a minute at a time. Keep the faith.
I believe in miracles because. God has allowed me to be one.Yall know my story. My blog is my testimony.
I am grateful to be alive and able to share my journey with you.
Peace and blessing
Eric Ease ❤️