Testimony Time!

Posted byRosina AkinolaPosted inApostle, Prophet, Evangelists, Preacher, Teacher, Be teachable, Bible, family, Let us learn together, Love, Pray for wisdom, knowledge and quick understanding in Jesusโ€™ name Amen, Real Life Lessons, True Prophets of God, Uncategorized, We are ever learning, We do not know everything. Only Almighty God is all knowingTags:, , , , , , , , , , , ,

Hello beautiful people, I pray all is well with you and your families. This is the day the Lord has made and we shall rejoice and be glad in it. The Lord is close to the broken hearted. Trust in the Lord and lean not to your own understanding in all your ways acknowledge Him and he will direct your path. The Word of the Lord is a strong tower and the righteous remain and they are safe.

Allow me to share with you more memories from my childhood. I know I have shared great childhood memories from the Boys and Girls Club but allow me to share some no so great memories. I remember one summer I did not travel to St. Louis to visit my day as a young girl, so I attended the Boys and Girls Club daily. And while I was there me and a group of girls would sing and dance.

I vividly remember one day I was standing on the hallway at the gym door and a black worker who was between the ages of 18-20 came and stood behind me, wrap his arms around me and literally started rubbing my breast nipples and no one could see what he was doing. He was holding me so close that I could literally feel his own is getting hard. When I tried to move away he grabbed me tighter. He was a guy I knew and trusted so I was confused about what was happening. I was around 11 years old, so it did not make sense to at all. Finally, he let me go when I kept pushing away. Now, understand that same summer and other worker who was much older and black came and stood beside me and put his arm around me and used his finger tips to rub on one breast nipple so no one could see and I was able to get away easily because he wasnโ€™t holding me with both arms like the younger black man.

I was literally afraid to tell anyone because the Boys and Girls Club was a safe haven for me away from my mothers house. So, I understand others when they are too afraid to speak out about men and women in authority who have sexually abused them in some way or another.

I donโ€™t understand how people can literally do that intentionally. I understand some people are suffering from mental illness and not on medication. However, those of you who children or grown adults have entrusted their child with you is another story. How can you live with yourself knowing you are harming someoneโ€™s child or children when you have children of your own? Help us understand how you can freely violate someone elseโ€™s child and you have children of your own?

Understand, that what you have done literally has a consequence for the sin or sins you have committed. Each individual that you touched inappropriately thinking that you got away with it. You did not get ways with anything. I just pray your children donโ€™t go through what you have put other parents children through.

Enjoy your day. Repent and pray. Get some help because your mind not right. It is twisted and you need counseling.

Sincerely and unapologetically, Rosina

Published by Rosina Akinola

Supernatural Woman, Rosina Akinola is the founder of Save Our Families Incorporated non-profit organization for families who have lost loved ones due to violence. We are taking back our joy, by the Blood of Jesus. My oldest son Sidney Maurice Jackson Jr. was robbed and murdered on November 21, 2015. He was 19 years old, 6 months away for getting his Associates Degree in Business Management. He was also a new father, who was gunned down one day before his son Jaiden turned one month old November 22, 2015. Sidney was taken from us two days before my 37th birthday November 23rd. Sidney made one bad choice, which, cost him his life. I didnโ€™t find out until he was dead and gone. And by that time it was too late and I didnโ€™t want to hear it. Knoxville, Tennessee is a small city that is dying slowly. This city has lost so many young men and women due to senseless violence. There are so many families hurting as a whole. No one ever realizes that the mothers arenโ€™t the only ones hurting. The Fathers, siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents and friends hurt as well. But, everyone grieves differently, because of their own personal relationship with the deceased loved one. But, most of all our youth hurt the most. They do not know how to handle grief at all. Weโ€™ve got to be more careful, when it comes to them. They will become severely depressed right in front of your eyes without you knowing it. How can I say this? Well, itโ€™s because it happened to me. I was so wrapped up in the loss of Sidney, two months to the date January 21, 2016 I almost lost my only daughter to suicide. I had to learn the hard way. Iโ€™m trying to prevent other families, from experiencing the same things my family has experienced. I want to be the voice for the mothers who are hurting too badly to SPEAK UP and SPEAK OUT. Iโ€™m trying to help families stay together and support each other. So, many families fall apart after the loss of a family member, especially a child. The Lord is my strengthโ€ฆ