Hace tiempo no escribo por este medio, pero no he dejado de escribir acerca de como "Alcanzamos Vidas para Cristo". He comenzado a estudiar un Asociado en Paralegal y tuve la oportunidad de escribir acerca de un evento que cambio mi vida. Tome la decision de escribir del momento en el cual me reconcilie con el Senor.
Quiero dedicar este testimonio a varias persona que tuvieron confianza en lo que Dios habia comenzado a hacer en mi vida y siempre me dijeron que escribiera mi testimonio. Primero quiero darle gracias a mi Dios por que me da la fuerza que me inspiran.
Cathy DeJesus- Mi amiga -Me regalaste mi primer diccionario biblico,pues dijiste que me iba a ayudar a entender algunas palabras al escribir.
Santos Correa- Mi esposo, experiencias vividas que me acercan a mi gran amor Jehova Dios
Doris Romero- Mi querida hermana, que siempre me dice escribe lo que Dios te pone en el corazon, pues muchas veces llegan en el momento que las necesito.
A cada uno de mis hijos,Yvonne, Betsy, Miguel, Cindy, Meicy y Ernesto y a mis Pastores Damaris, Jose en Puerto Rico y a mi Pastora Alice que conoci cuando llegue a Maryland y a mi Pastor Israel Figueroa les doy las GRACIAS por su amor hacia mi.
Sully y Miguel-No los quiero dejar fuera, pues me han mostrado su amor agape por mi.Gracias Hermanos y amigos en Cristo, por mostrar ser amigos.
The Reality of a Police Raid
Remembering the events of an early September morning of 2005, the public housing we lived
throughout that year was awaken to a drug invasion of many FBI agents. Eventually,building
forty-one was the main focus for the police incursion. The police agents ordered the balcony
doors and windows should remain closed. I had started preparing my children for school and I told my kids that I was not going to be able to take them to school.They would not understand, since schools were having state exams that day. So I knock on the front door as a police agent stood in front of the door and I requested permission to take my children to school. He said: at my command you have to exit the apartment together and could not enter until the incursion and investigations were completed.
As we were escorted from the building, the outside was a spitting image of a war-zone movie. You barely could see the green grass of that fall morning, as it was saturated with numerous police-officers with hand-held rifles. As we continued to the car, the helicopters with strenuous noise silenced the chirping birds. My upstairs neighbors, including a twelve year old child, were hand-cuffed against the wall. My heart yearns as I tried to accept the reality of how a police raid operates. The vehicles and news reporters align in the parking lot interfere our exiting the complex. All my thoughts were in celebrating my birthday that night, nothing about changing my lifestyle at that moment.
The day continued without any novelty and the police raid was over by noon. All that was left were neighbors gossiping in different areas of the buildings, about the banging of doors in the early morning hours. I continue planning my birthday celebration for the evening, and went to pick up my sister at her job. I had decided to borrow her white car that night. On my way back home, my cell phone rings, it was one of my daughters informing me of the reason that changed my lifestyle. Her words were: “Mom the drug dealers said that you have to leave the housing complex today”. I did not understand the reason, but my daughter continued informing me what was being said of me. Supposedly, I had called the police and gave information so they can do the police raid. Emotions of planning my birthday celebration turned into fear, all I thought was to pray to the Lord. I remember the first words I prayed were: “God, I know you are with me, may your Holy Spirit guide me as I go toward my house”.
My heart was beating as a drum in a concert, as my blood ran a marathon in my veins. What did I do? , why me? Where will I go? Many questions race thru my mind, not knowing what I was going to face when I arrived home. Standing near a parked vehicle was a group of drug dealers in the parking lot. I approached them to inquire concerning the rumor about me, and all they said was: go to your apartment and wait. As my nerves grew old inside-out, my children upset by the situation; a young man approaches the balcony to inform that I had to leave. One of my daughters tells him to tell the other drug dealers to talk for themselves.
A strong thump noise at the window interrupts the silence of the apartment. The door opens and off I go to confront the drug dealers, as my children followed my footsteps. My first words to them were: “Thank you, I know God is using you so I can realize it is time to change my life and rededicate it to Him”. My defense before them was stressful, but something changed the outcome. They requested that I swear for my children and when I was opening my mouth, a strong power sent me to my knees. I would never forget the words I said: “In the presence of the Lord I am, and before Him are my words, I am innocent of the accusations against me”.
I stood up letting the drug dealers know that I will leave the complex, but that I would not be present to receive their forgiveness. Wait in your house as we decide, I heard them say as I walked away. After fifteen minutes, a few knocks at the door and an answer; I could stay. If I needed anything for my children I could ask them, but I decline their help. My only help was going to come from the Lord from that day on.
Today is November 12, 2011. As I finish this essay, six years ago today I got baptized in the waters. Many said I had given my life to the Lord because of the situation I went thru. Today after six years of trails and tribulation, I thank God for “The Reality of a Police Raid”. It had to happen to make me give a new meaning to my life. I will always be grateful for the outcome of the incursion in my life.
