God Had Me In His Hands All The Time

About the Book

GOD HAD ME In His Hands All The Time is a true story of mental, verbal and physical abuse of a child from memory. Some of the names have been changed. Even though I am an adult, I can remember most of it like it was yesterday, while part of my mind seem to put up a shield to block out the abuse. I can feel the pressure on my brain, but it won’t release it. Childen’s minds are very fragile that’s why a good and well nurtured environment is so important during their growth. I knew God had to be carrying me like the poem “Foot Prints in the Sand”, because otherwise I would not have survived. I couldn’t see it or understand why it was happening to me. All I ever knew was hurt and pain. The abuse scared me. Through the years I looked for love in the wrong places and in the wrong people. Growing up unloved and unwanted makes you yearn just that much harder, because you never stop looking and taking chances without thinking. Wanting to belong and loved is what food is to the body in order to survive. You always tell yourself this person will love me. Every time I put my heart out on the line it get crushed. I always found myself struggling to survive, even as an adult. I felt beat down with no self esteem. I found TRUE UNCONDITIONAL LOVE for the first time when I accepted JESUS the CHRIST in my life. I was so shocked because I was on the receiving end of love this time. Something I never had before.

About the Author

Willie Mae Williams was born in Baltimore, Maryland to Henrietta Robinson Williams and Willie Williams. I don’t know how I came to South Carolina but I do know that South Carolina was my parents’ home. The youngest of three siblings I was reunited with my birth mother and brother at the age of 14 years old. Throughout the years I don’t know what happened to my sisters. I don’t even know if she is still living. I can remember being very young, maybe as young as two years old living with The Johnson Family. When I was very young I don’t remember The Johnson’s being mean to me. I do know I was never treated equal. It doesn’t take much for a young mind to realize there is no favoritism. The beatings started long before school age. I ran away from South Carolina in 1962 to live with my birth mother and brother. Little did I know that the horror was not over for me. Just another person, time, and place. It can be another book in itself. I married a very young age. God blessed me with two beautiful daughters, 11 months apart. I was a baby raising a baby. By the GRACE of God we made it. I have always been a strong believer in Education. I went back to school to better my life, because I couldn’t instill the need of education my children without doing something about my own. I worked in the medical field for 28 years. My whole life changed when I accepted Jesus Christ into my heart, and made him the HEAD of my life. There is nothing SWEETER. My favorite book in the Bible is the book of JOB, and my favorite word is “Storm”. When the wind begins to blow and the big crystal of raindrops begin to fall. I look up and hold Jesus hand. I know he will bring me through the storm; all I need to do is HOLD on.