Let all that you do be done with love. 1 Corinthians 16:14
Let all that you do be done with love. 1 Corinthians 16:14
On September 25, 2005, in Stone Mountain Georgia, a suburb just outside of Atlanta, a miracle happened. I allowed a person I trusted into my home, and they betrayed me. Be careful who you allow into your homes.
This person and I sat having a conversation regarding my move to Georgia from Detroit, Michigan. We spoke about Georgia’s weapons carry permits and I told him that I had a gun and a permit. As men we love to show and tell, and I told a little too much!
I had shown him my 9mm gun that was on my person and a mafia shotgun I had for over ten years. Afterwards, the gun on my person had become uncomfortable as it pressed into my side whenever I would sit down, so I decided to put away both guns up in my bedroom while he sat in the living room.
I could not believe I was entertaining a traitor and betrayer. I thought I could trust him. I came back into the living room to continue with our conversation when suddenly he stood up. He was about 6 feet away from and I hear him tell me he was holding a gun. He told me the gun was a .44 and to take off my jewelry. I was wearing custom made jewelry that was worth over 10k. I placed all my jewelry on the marble table, and I raised up both arms and told him to take all of it but please don’t shoot me. Then I began to pray as I stared down at the big round nose on the gun. The hole was super big and so I called on the name Jesus help me!
I heard the gun go off! He shot me and ran out of the house forgetting the jewelry I previously laid on the table for him to take. The gun was very loud, I then got up and ran over to my dining room table to grab a towel and pressed it on my side.
I sat on the steps of my apartment as my neighbors called 911. I waited and it felt like forever. I was rushed to the hospital and once I arrived, there were so many people rushing towards the bed; it seemed like dozens of people moving towards me. The paramedics put me on the cold steel hospital bed, but there was no blood. The doctor even asked if I was sure, I had been shot. I replied yes, I knew I had been shot. I was afraid to move the towel from my side thinking my blood would gush out of me. I have seen this happen in the movies and I was expecting the same thing to happen to me. As the doctor is inspecting my entire body, they do not find any blood.
As the doctor was turning me on the table, he shouted out, “LOOK IT'S RIGHT HERE!” Finally, the bullet was found; it was lodged in my right calf. The doctor looked at me and said he has never seen anything like that ever in all the days of him working in surgery, The doctor stated in exact words, "Sir, you are a miracle." I can remember the doctor asking me "Sir what are you doing alive?! Do you understand how big that bullet was? You're still going to have to go into surgery to make sure the bullet didn’t pierce any organs or anything."
After the surgery, the doctor said the bullet entered the center of my chest and traveled through my entire body without piercing not one single organ or hitting a vein, lungs or blood vessel and exited out of my right leg! I was barley dripping any blood! That was clearly the power of God, and the evidence of what prayer can do!
So, after I got out of the hospital on October 13, 2005, I went to file my articles of incorporation to start a new business. I was asking God for months to show me if it was time for me to leave my job and start my own business, but I was not sure about the timing. When God kept showing me, I kept saying Lord I’m not sure that was a sign and that I didn’t want to quit my job without having anything to fall back on.
I kept asking God to show me, after the gun shot, HE showed me that NO MAN can do what he can! God gave me strength to start my own marketing firm and I am trusting, leaning, and solely depending on HIM all of the way! 😊
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Being a fourteen-year-old girl, having a baby is one thing but to also experience giving the baby up for adoption is a completely different thing. Her biological father was older than me and was sentenced to 2-15 years in prison for our involvement together. Although I consented to being with him, by law it wasn’t ok, and he suffered the consequences.
I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl; she was 8lbs 2oz. God blessed me to deliver her on Valentine’s Day, an extra special day. It was as if God just knew he needed to make this situation preciously perfect all the way around. I often felt lost and did not know what my next move would be.How could I love this baby so much?
The day I was discharged from the hospital was the saddest day my whole life. My daughter would be leaving me forever. I felt so much love for her, but it was a new beginning for another family. I was blessing someone else so abundantly!
Almost eighteen years later God is still blessing my situation, the adoption was an open adoption so, that means I was able to be an ongoing part of her life. She grew up in a family who worshipped and praised God and I am so grateful for that. God has given me the opportunity to reunite her with her biological father. He apologized for anything he did to have caused her to suffer in any way.
I have found peace within my soul, and I'm no longer lost. God let me see the light and power of the situation. I thank God for giving me wisdom and allowing me to be selfless in this situation.
“GOD IS GOOD ALL THE TIME” He doesn’t care if you’reyoung or old, blessings come in all shapes, forms, and sizes! Sometimes disguised as a breakthrough to something better, no matter how the situation may look always trust in God for all things are possible through Christ Jesus and in Jesus' name, I say Amen!!
God Healed my failed kidneys
Sometime in July 2017 I was home and suddenly started experiencing pain in my chest and shortness of breath. I went to the emergency room and the doctors ran many tests. A doctor entered my room and said, “sir I have good news and bad news for you which one would you like first?”
I said, “Doc give me the good news!” The good news wasthat I made it to the hospital in time and the bad news was I was having was an aortic dissection and needed immediate surgery. My chances of survival were 50/50. WOW!
90% of people die instantly with an aortic dissection. The doctor told me that his son’s best friend from high school had one and he died on the football field! My heart began to race as he looked me directly in the eyes with the news.
An aortic dissection is a medical emergency in which the inner layer of the large blood vessel branching off the heart (aorta) tears. It's most common in men in their 60s and 70s. Symptoms include sudden, severe chest or upper back pain that radiates to the neck or down the back, loss of consciousness, and shortness of breath.Treatment may include surgery and medication, such as beta blockers.
Thank God I survived, the surgery was successful! However, my kidneys had begun to fail. I woke up connected to tubes, a dialysis machine, a trach, and a ventilator. I was unable to move on my own and it took 2 nurses to adjust my position. I panicked because I remembered when my grandmother used to be treated for dialysis. I was in intensive care unit from July to September of 2017 and I had blown up 3 times my size. I could not hold a pen, and I was unable to talk or walk.
I would often have dreams about people singing happy birthday to me. In one of my dreams, my uncle and I were ministers on the road traveling to different churches,preaching the gospel of Jesus.
I felt like I was a hostage in the hospital. Doctors and nurses were drawing blood constantly, making me weaker and weaker.
Once I was able to move my arms, I turned off the main switch to the dialysis machine. I put my hand on that dialysis machine and I sent up the strongest prayer for healing believing the Lord heard my prayer. The nurse made a phone call to advise someone I wasn’t complying with my treatment plan. However, the nurse put something in my IV to make me fall asleep so when I woke up the machine was running again. After I prayed, 3 days later the kidney doctor came down to visit me as he did everyday with his intern and students following him. He stated, “MR. LARKINS! The man upstairs must have heard your prayer because YOU NO LONGER HAVE TO DO DIALISYIS YOUR KIDNEYS HEALED THEMSELVES!!!”
He then looked at me and said wow you are blessed! Because you had a 10% survival rate. So, I say to anyone with kidney failure I will pray for you. Send me an email also touch the dialysis machine and say a very sincere prayer for healing believe and you shall receive. God bless you my brothers & sisters.
A few years ago, in June 2015 I hit my head on a door. I did not lose consciousness and had no pain but as the days went on, I started to experience slurred speech. I went to the emergency room several times assuming I had suffered a stroke or aneurysm of some kind, however, I was told everything was normal. I eventually went to my primary care physician where she diagnosed me as having a traumatic brain injury. The injury progressively affected my ability to speak and sing. I experienced severe pain, major intracranial pressure, and weakness, especially when talking and singing. I had developed a condition called speech aphasia where my speech was labored, and my words were often expressed in a hesitating fashion. I had severe ice pick headaches and the pressure made me feel as if my head was going to explode. I did not experience problems with my cognitive, physical, or emotional abilities.
Speech and Singing Difficulties
The inability to speak clearly was devastating and almost unbearable. I had to limit my speaking to a few sentences and If I spoke too much, I would feel weakness.I often rested my head or took a nap to relieve any pressure I was experiencing. When I would talk or even attempt to sing, the pressure in my head increased. My head felt as if it were a bicycle pump about to explode as the pressure increased. I loved singing praises to God, and I enjoyed feeling the presence of God while I entered into worship with Him through songs of thanksgiving, praise and adoration. I knew that God dwelled in the midst of the praises of His people. Worship to God through song breaks chains in a spiritual sense. Singing praises to God and worshiping Him helped me to have godly thoughts and swayed away ungodly and evil thoughts. It would change my atmosphere. To avoid arguing or getting upset, I sung praises to God and my whole perspective and mood would change for the better. When I was discouraged, I sang songs of praise that encouraged me, and I would immediately start to feel better. I sung when I woke up, when I went to sleep, while I was at home, when I went to work, when I left work, when I went to church, when I left church and more. I enjoyed singing praises to God with and to my children, my husband, my family, loved ones and many more. I enjoyed encouraging others through song. My inability to sing was the worst feeling I had ever felt in this world! When I lost the ability to express praise and worship to my God through song, my faith in God was shaken. I questioned God and asked, “God, why would you take the singing voice of a person who sings praises to you and worships you daily? God, please help me to understand.” I cried daily and I felt almost hopeless.
Telling My Loved Ones
I worked hard to appear as if everything was fine to those around me. During one instance, and around the beginning stages of this horrible sickness, my sister asked me to sing for her graduation. I immediately responded with a resounding, “Yes! I would love to!” I love my sisters and would do almost anything for each of them. I was so proud of her academic achievements. When she contacted me, I had also been suffering for nearly two weeks with bronchitis. The cough was horrible. I knew that it would be nearly impossible to sing with bronchitis so I prayed to God and asked Him to heal my body so I could sing for my sister’s graduation. God healed my body that same day! The cough was completely gone within a matter of hours! God had healed me of the bronchitis; however, the pressure in my head was still there. During the graduation I sang despite the massive pressure that permeated my entire body. I sang, “Thank
you, Lord” of which I have a recording. After the graduation, we met at one of our family member’s homes. I tried to limit talking as much as possible. This was nearly impossible because much of my family was there, and I wanted to speak to everyone. This was difficult as my speech was greatly labored. After a few days, the illness became worse. At that point, the pressure was worse and my ability to sing was nearly gone. People would still ask me to sing at different functions. I would push through the pain and experienced great agony once I left. I had a desire to sing; however, my body prevented me from doing so. I finally gained the confidence and humility to express my situation to my friends, family and loved ones so they would be informed of my debilitating health. It hurt me to see them sad because of my failing health; however, I had to tell them. Once I reached out to my family and loved ones, they were incredibly supportive. Some would come over to the house to assist in household duties, watch my children and so much more. All were praying for my recovery. I also rarely spoke at my job and communicated mostly through sending emails.
My Road to Healing
Despite my tears and the agony I suffered, I continued to pray, although just above a whisper, every day and even throughout the day. I knew prayer or communication with God was needful to change situations in my life. I struggled to talk but I was persistent. I consulted and was referred to multiple other physicians, neurologists, radiologists, and therapists. Furthermore, I was given multiple CT scans, 1 failed narrow, closed-bore MRI due to feeling claustrophobic and 1 successful wide-bore MRI. All the tests came back normal! They were also able to come up with multiple reasons why I was sick; however, they could not heal me. I was devastated and left with more confusion and fear as well as an avalanche of unanswered questions and high medical bills. My faith in this present world’s healthcare systems to heal me had diminished greatly. I knew that I had to increase my faith and confidence in God and trust in Him completely because no one else could heal me. I knew that any healing would need to come God. God was the source of my healing. God had healed me multiple times before and I knew that He could heal me this time as well. I prayed to God, meditated on His word, and took action to receive my healing based off God’s word. I received prayer through the laying on of hands from my big Sister Natalie and my friend and Pastor’s wife Lady Vivian. They are two exceptionally anointed women of God I look up to. My big sister Natalie laid hands on me and prayed for me at a church picnic inside the park’s women’s bathroom. Immediately before she prayed, there was no pain in my head; but, as she anointed my head and began praying for me, I could feel sharp pains shooting throughout my head. My faith was starting to waiver since pain was there; but I was patient and continued to believe God for my healing. Once my big sister Natalie finished praying for me and released her hand from my head, the shooting pains were completely gone, and I immediately started speaking clearly with no hesitation or pressure! I walked out of that park’s women’s bathroom rejoicing in God’s goodness for the miracle that just occurred. My big sister Natalie, my dad and many others at the picnic were praising God for my healing as well. A few days later I asked my Pastor’s wife Lady Vivian to pray for me that my singing voice be restored. She laid hands and prayed for me, and the Lord restored my ability to sing again! Hallelujah! I trusted God for complete healing.
Walking in my healing
God healed my body and restored my ability to speak even clearer than before. I am now an instructor and trainer with nearly 10,000 students globally. God restored my ability to sing with an even greater eloquence unto His awesome glory. God gave me back more than what I asked
for. Hallelujah! Since my singing voice was restored, I recorded my first FULL song in a cathedral in Cozumel, Mexico, Monday August 3, 2015. That song was Amazing Grace. I recorded it in order that God would get the glory for His healing power. I also recorded two albums (“The Call” and “There All the Time”) and 1 single album entitled “We Will Sing” in June 2019. The song “We Will Sing” is a song of triumph and victory rejoicing in God’s faithfulness, mercy, and love to miraculously heal me to sing for Him again. I believe that this song will inspire people around the world to never stop believing in miracles because they do happen. It is also an anointed song of praise dedicated to the glory of God and shows how deliverance comes through singing the praises of God in humble surrender to His divine will.