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    Struggle to Survive
    Struggle to Survive
    Struggle to Survive
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    Struggle to Survive

    By Hazel Ann James

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    In this moving autobiography, James delivers time-tested lessons that readers might be able to use in their daily life. This enlightening book provides direction and guidance to make the right decision in life, to reach a long-term goal, and to continue to Struggle to Survive.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateSep 19, 2009
    ISBN9781462802487
    Struggle to Survive
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    Hazel Ann James

    Unfolding the crinkles of her existence, James vividly recollects both the delightful and disheartening experiences that she went through since childhood. Brimming with sundry passions and sentiments. Struggle to Survive relate a girl's journey with God from her marvelous days when she accepted Jesus Christ as her savior exultantly singing her heart out in ultimate amazement of his divine grace, and enjoying His bountiful blessings, her life was filled with all the goodness. Yet, constant change, the consequence of indecision, and the occasional, or sometimes, unpremeditated obstinacy to heed of the wisdom of the elders carry her to convoluted circumstances. Wavering commitments resulting to wrecked marriages, financial constriction and bareness, rape experiences and other horrible daily life encounters, and more critical issues have shaken her life. But, where and from whom did she pull out strength to stand the devastating tests of her life and finally emerge as an empowered woman and mother?

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      Struggle to Survive - Hazel Ann James

      Copyright © 2009 by Hazel Ann James.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

      This book was printed in the United States of America.

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      DEDICATION

      First I will like to thank the lord Jesus Christ who is now the head of my life and has enabled me to write this book. I pray that this book will reach the hearts and lives of many people.

      Also to my wonderful children who means the world to me.

      - Alicia

      - Alythina

      - Andrea

      - Asia

      - Elisha

      In loving memory of my mother ….

      Luender Grant

      I was born in St. Vincent and the Grenadines, a small country in the Caribbean, in the year 1964. I remember living with my precious grandparents when I was about five years old. I remember my mom was married and living in a small apartment; meanwhile, I was living with my grandparents. About one year later, my grandfather died, I spent most of my time with my grandmother.

      Growing up as a little girl, I learned how to cook, my grandmother would brag about how good I was in cooking and ironing clothes. There were times I would spend time with my mother and her husband; meanwhile, my little brother would pick nutmegs to sell. Even when he was a little child, he had wanted to be a businessman. He was a very ambitious and smart little boy.

      My brother and I grew up as twins; we always stuck together. Sometimes, when my mother beat us, we would always talk about it. We never liked to be hit at all. One day my mother told us to move some stuff in the yard before we went to school, but my brother and I didn’t do what she said. When we got home, my mother was in the porch waiting for us. We knew something was going to happen, and something did. She beat us so much that marks were on our skin. Then she sent us in the rain to move the thing that she told us to. My neighbor called to her and said to my mother, You are too wicked. I told my brother, Let’s go to the police.

      But now I understand why my mother was like that. It was because my grandmother was the same way with my mother. I got to understand that just how you raise your children is the same way they are going to raise their children.

      My mother was so tired of living in people’s rent houses, one day she decided to go to the bank to borrow a loan so she could build her own house. After going to the bank, my mother got some carpenters to build the house. Then my brother and I moved in with my mother. Things were good. My little brother was much older then, he used to sell peanut and popcorn to help out my mother. Everybody loved my brother, he used to finish everything that he carried. My stepfather was a store manager; meanwhile, my mother was a housekeeper.

      As a young child, life wasn’t easy. My brother and I had a lot of chores every day before we went to school. I had to help clean the house and wash the clothes. Back then we didn’t have washing machines, I had to go to the river to wash. We had to work very hard as children.

      We had a three-bedroom house. We were happy. We used to have devotion every Sunday morning. My parents were very strict. We were very respectful children. Then my mother got pregnant with my younger brother.

      Growing up with my mother and stepfather wasn’t easy. Because he was the pastor of a church and we were the children, everybody looked up to us as leaders. I learned not to be a follower, but to be my own person. As a young lady, going to church was a good thing. It kept me out of trouble, and it taught me how to love the Lord with all my heart.

      I fell in love with the Lord and accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as my personal savior in 1973. I was very happy knowing I was saved. I was nine years old when I got baptized, and my stepfather put me in a class where they taught me about baptism. I was happy serving the Lord. I loved singing, I was in the church choir; and sometimes when we had crusade service, they would ask me to sing. The Lord bless my voice so much that when I sang, people would come to accept Jesus Christ. My mother was so proud of me.

      I remember the Lord blessed me in so many ways. If I was sick or in need of anything, then I just had to ask my lord and savior, and he would answer my prayer, praise the Lord. Two years later, we had a small prayer group. We would go and pray for the sick or just whoever needed prayer.

      One day we went to an old man’s house. He was all alone; he was crippled. We began to anoint him with oil and pray for him, and the spirit of the Lord came upon us. We kept on praying. I was very determined. I asked him to get up by faith, knowing that God healed him. I helped him get out of bed, and he began to walk. Praise the Lord. As the Lord said in Mark 2:9, Whether it’s easier to say to the sick of the palsy Thy sins be forgiven thee, or to say arise and take up your bed and walk. We kept praying and pronouncing the blessing on his life. He was very happy.

      That evening I went home and told my mom of the wonderful experience God allowed me to be a part of. She was happy and proud to know her young daughter allowed the Lord to use her in such an amazing way. Praise the Lord.

      Among the many great experiences, I can recall a time when our church fasted for seven days. That’s how much passion and conviction I had for the Lord my savior, Jesus Christ.

      At the age of fourteen, I remember waking up to a sulfuric scent. As it turned out, it was the eruption of the volcano la Soufrière. The entire island was engulfed in black smoke and ash. The people of St. Vincent and the Grenadines were in fear of dying. The churches were filled because the volcano had erupted completely. It would have wiped out the entire island, or so I heard. As a result of the eruption, many inhabitants went to Trinidad and others to Barbados, both neighboring islands. I stayed home, knowing that God would see us through. Personally, I was not afraid because I knew that I had been saved, and in the worst outcome, I would be with the Lord my Heavenly Father.

      One year later, I met a handsome young

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