Christine Walters's Blog, page 2
January 28, 2018
A Heartwarming amazing event that I will never forget ♥
The W House of Hagerstown Foundation, Inc. Inspirational speaking at the W house. A heartwarming amazing event that I will never forget ♥I'm tired of the sit back and watch syndrome. Take a stand for something. Speak Life into someone instead of talking about what they're going through. Ginny and Me:Reflections of What God Can Do is not just an inspirational memoir. This book is about social issues the strike many people in our community, as well as, in the United States. https://www.amazon.com/Ginny-Me-Refle... #2016 #tb #inspiration #inspirational #inspirationalspeaker #talk #motivational #group #women #womenempowerment #maryland #dmv #event #rehab #foundation #influencer #powerful #determination #goals #teaching #healing #forgiveness #learning #god #ReflectionsofwhatGodCanDo 
January 4, 2018
Prayers Gathered Along the Way
Sharing Prologue page 6, 7 and 8 of my new book, "Prayers Gathered Along the Way". Available now on Amazon #Kindle 
Ebook Ginny and Me: Reflections of What God Can Do
Available on Smashwords Ginny and Me:Reflections of What God Can Dohttps://www.smashwords.com/books/view/674458
Abuse is damaging. It comes from cycles of abusive behaviors learned and repeated through generations. Because of shame and embarrassment, many people do not speak about the cruelty they endured. In my case, most of the abuse I suffered resulted from my mother’s mental illness. For my entire life, people told me to excuse my mom’s abuse because she was mentally ill. However, mental illness does not give anyone the right to abuse you (in particular, your child). Ginny had childhood paranoid schizophrenia with multiple personality disorder. She lived in the Buffalo State Hospital through her adolescent years. When released from the hospital, she had me. She was twenty-six, and my dad was thirty years older. My mother was white, and my father was black. As a child, I struggled with my mixed heritage. My mom would tell me that white people did not like me because I was black. Even from a religious standpoint, I was raised as a Catholic and Baptist. On Sundays, my mom and I attended mass without my father and Baptist service with him. I always felt like I had to choose. Was I black? Was I white? Was I Catholic? Was I Baptist? My mom told me that her side of the family disliked my dad because he was black and my dad’s side of the family disliked my mom because she was white. Here I was stuck in the middle. I share my life story with the world through God’s glory. My story is about how faith enabled me to overcome extraordinary struggles, pain, and loss. Faith, hope, and forgiving the unforgivable through prayer and trusting in God are the keys to healing. Ginny and Me: Reflections of What God Can Do is a deep personal story about my troubled relationship with my mother, who lived with a severe mental illness. Ginny, died unexpectedly at Christmas season, and buried later on Mother’s Day weekend. My story addresses how God carried me, and several social issues including mental health, child neglect and abuse, domestic violence, loss, and grief. https://www.smashwords.com/books/view...
Abuse is damaging. It comes from cycles of abusive behaviors learned and repeated through generations. Because of shame and embarrassment, many people do not speak about the cruelty they endured. In my case, most of the abuse I suffered resulted from my mother’s mental illness. For my entire life, people told me to excuse my mom’s abuse because she was mentally ill. However, mental illness does not give anyone the right to abuse you (in particular, your child). Ginny had childhood paranoid schizophrenia with multiple personality disorder. She lived in the Buffalo State Hospital through her adolescent years. When released from the hospital, she had me. She was twenty-six, and my dad was thirty years older. My mother was white, and my father was black. As a child, I struggled with my mixed heritage. My mom would tell me that white people did not like me because I was black. Even from a religious standpoint, I was raised as a Catholic and Baptist. On Sundays, my mom and I attended mass without my father and Baptist service with him. I always felt like I had to choose. Was I black? Was I white? Was I Catholic? Was I Baptist? My mom told me that her side of the family disliked my dad because he was black and my dad’s side of the family disliked my mom because she was white. Here I was stuck in the middle. I share my life story with the world through God’s glory. My story is about how faith enabled me to overcome extraordinary struggles, pain, and loss. Faith, hope, and forgiving the unforgivable through prayer and trusting in God are the keys to healing. Ginny and Me: Reflections of What God Can Do is a deep personal story about my troubled relationship with my mother, who lived with a severe mental illness. Ginny, died unexpectedly at Christmas season, and buried later on Mother’s Day weekend. My story addresses how God carried me, and several social issues including mental health, child neglect and abuse, domestic violence, loss, and grief. https://www.smashwords.com/books/view...
November 18, 2017
Stay On Track!
Pay attention to what God is saying to you. Don't get off track.
Turn The Other Cheek
Remember: When people mistreat you, it says more about them than it says about you #turntheothercheek because that is what God would want you to do. Stay focused on encouraging others not breaking down others.
March 30, 2017
Prayer for Encouragment
When my mother passed she left me this prayer which has helped me and I hope it helps you too. A prayer for encouragement #DontGiveUp
March 21, 2017
Poems
Poems from book, Ginny and Me: Reflections of What God Can Do because today is World Poetry Day
September 24, 2016
Don't Be Afraid
A few years ago I was afraid and didn't know what to do. I prayed and prayed. No answer from God. I felt so alone. Then at my lowest point God said "Don't be afraid. What I have in store for you is better than what you want for you". I'll never forget that moment. When I get discouraged I remind myself God promise. Then, I smile because I know I'm going to be okay. Think about what God brought you out of and give God praise. Glorify his Holy name and know God will take care of everything.
June 26, 2016
Special Memory
Reading this after my mom died help me in so many ways. I realized she did her very best to love me and care for me. Even though, I was in foster care, a runaway, a drop out and abused I Am Here because she had me. God gave my mom Me when she was Never to have a child. She was never to get out of the hospital. God gave my mom a healthy child. The doctors seemed to be puzzled on how I was born with no mental illness and no missing limbs because of her unusual severe mental illness and all the medications she was taking. All I have are two club thumbs ☺ So
