I was born June 17th, 1987 destined to live my life exactly how I did. I
lived in an abusive home growing up. I was raised Jehovah’s Witness for
about nine years, and I knew even at the age of nine, that that was not the
spirituality for me. After my mom and dad divorced when I was ten, my mom no
longer claimed to be a Jehovah’s Witness. I was then raised by my mother for
eleven years in witchery/paganism. I never got the sense of Jesus in my life
at this point.
April 20th, 2004 I gave birth to the most amazingly beautiful baby girl.
Whom I named Annahbelle Renee. She deserved the best. My husband and I
got married about six months after she was born, and later I gave birth to
another amazing child, my son William Edward. I began going to college April
of 2006 for a nursing degree. Unfortunately, I never even completed a semester.
While I was in school I trusted my husband to take the very best care for
our children. That was not the case though. When I found out that he was not
taking care of them and instead mal-nourishing them I took them from him and
took them to the doctor. At this time my son was labeled as failure to
thrive and hospitalized. He weighed 9lbs. My little girl and an ear
infection in both ears and was very sick. At the time my daughter was about
2 and my son was 6 months old. DHS then got involved. They were taken away
from my custody. At the time I though it was the worst thing that ever
happened to me and sometimes it still feels that way. The truth is that that
was one of the best things that happened in my life. I know it sounds
obscure, but it truly was. I was unfit at the time to take care of them. I
was very young-minded and still didn’t understand the meaning of family. It
was the best thing for them and I realize that now.
August 29th, 2007 my family; including my mother, brother and his fiancée
(who is pregnant), sister, her baby, my aunt, her two children, my
Father-in-law, and the family dog offered to take me on a vacation. No
strings attached, just bring myself and some clothes. I couldn’t turn that
offer down. We all crammed in this 7 person van (by taking all the seats
out) and hit the road to Mexico. After three weeks of traveling around
Mexico we finally got to the free zone in Belize. My mother wanted to cross
into Belize but I did not have a passport so we couldn’t, instead we headed
back towards the Ciara Mountains on the East Side of Mexico. We arrived in a
small town in Tabasco and planned to stay for the night. That night my
mother told me that she was taking all of us to live in the mountains for
the rest of our lives. She stated that she wanted to create a tribe there
with all of us. Being pregnant, and sane, I wanted nothing to do with the
idea. I told her that she could either help me get back to the United States
or she could just leave me in a foreign country that I had no idea where I
was or how to get home. The family banned together to decide that they were
not going to help me at all. No food, water, or money. They abandoned me. I
was lost, alone, and heart broken. I began on my way home guessing the
direction I should go. Suddenly, on the date of September 28th, I felt
completely safe. At this point in my life I still had no idea about Jesus.
The next thing I knew I was being hailed by a local police officer. I had no
idea how to speak Spanish at all, so communication was out of the picture.
All I could say was Embassy. The nice police officer put me on a bus to
Villermosa which was the farthest he could send me because he was using his
own money. On the bus two Mormon missionaries came to talk to me about God.
They asked me if I have ever considered becoming Mormon. I told them that if
there was a God, He will eventually find me. I arrived at Villermosa with
again no money, food, or water. Somehow I was able to bum enough money to
get to the City of Mexico and eat and drink! From the embassy, they got me on
a bus to Dallas, TX because I had a childhood friend that lived near there
in a small town called Eustace. After I had arrived in Dallas, I began
hitchhiking to Eustace. The first person to pick me up hooked me up with a
ride with a young man, that some of you were able to meet, named Dustin.
That night he took me to a non denominational Christian church. It was then
that I knew where I belonged in this world. I was then that I knew that
there was a God and that I had found Him.
Thank you Lord for all you have done in my life, good and bad. I would not be
the person I am today if it were not for both good and bad. The bad has been
just as much as a blessing as the good. I now live at a Women's home through Crossfire
Ministries and I have a Christian support system.
I hope that my testimony was heard and helped.
Thank you,
Rebekah L. Dodds