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My name is Tim Gillam, I was in raised in Detroit MI in an unstable home. My father physically and mentally abused my mother. His abusiveness had an adverse effect on me as well as my siblings. It caused homelessness and a lot of mental anguish. It also caused a great deal of hardship and grief.
As a result of the situation, I did not attend school regularly. I developed a learning disability and did not like going when I was able to go. I could not read and comprehend like other kids in elementary. I struggled though middle and dropped out in the 9th grade.
I did not get involved in any criminal activity during this time, but I wasn’t doing anything constructive with my life either. I was not interested in sports or anything else that would make my life better.
I began smoking marijuana at around sixteen years old. I tried alcohol, but didn’t like the taste or the feeling of being drunk. So I stuck with smoking weed until I meet crack in 1984.
My life quickly grew out of control. I lied, cheated, and stole to support my crack habit. My only purpose in life was to get high. I lost friends and family members trust and respect. Getting high was all that mattered to me.
At twenty-seven, I committed my first felony that lead me to prison. It was one of the worse experience s of my life. I was completely lost and did not know or understand just how serious things were.
As result of my insanity, I went to prison several more times. My last visit was indeed the lowliest and darkest periods in my life. I lost all hope about myself. Despair became my best friend as I sit in the cold jail cell. I thought of ways to end my life because I did not want to go through the pain and suffering anymore. But at my lowest moment or darkest hour, something happened. The Lord came and touched my heart and gave me a reason to continue on
It is my obligation to the Lord to carried out what he commanded His church to do: feed the hungry, visit the sick and suffering in prisons and hospitals. But most importantly—He called us to not forsake the needy!
The Quiet Storm
O Lord, it feels as though I'm in the midst of a bad storm where it constantly rain, there’s raging winds of anguish, agony, and pain. I can't find any peace or happiness-- I'm overwhelmed with grief, I spoke to a psych about it and he shook his head in disbelief. The storm makes it so difficult to get through the day, but I believe You can make it go away...
"Behold, if I can raise the dead, raise the sick from their beds, feed thousands with fish and bread, then surely I can stop rain from falling on your head. Furthermore, I Am the one who makes the flowers bloom in the spring, and all the birds chirp and sing--surely I can do all things. As sure as the sun rises in the east, the dark clouds and stormy weather shall cease-- I declare, you shall see joy, happiness, and peace!"
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