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    Missing Pieces: The Truth
    Missing Pieces: The Truth
    Missing Pieces: The Truth
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    Missing Pieces: The Truth

    By Brenda S. Turner

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    Missing Pieces: the Truth tells the story of a woman's struggle to find her identity in God and her search for the truth concerning her distant relative, Henry Wells. Alive in the 1800s, Henry Wells is now known as one of the thirteen ghosts of Alabama. His face appears in the Carrollton, Alabama Courthouse's window. Along with recounting her own inspirational story, Brenda shares the proof she uncovered about the historical events concerning her great great uncle. When asked about writing Missing Pieces: The Truth, Brenda responded, "No matter what we go through, always know that God has a plan for all of us through faith in Jesus Christ, whether through the good or the bad. Know well that we all are held accountable for our own actions. It may seem like a long hard road to walk, but you can get there and see that he is for real all through faith and prayer. But we've gotta go through to get through. Must Jesus bear the cross alone? I have been through a lot, but I will never be ashamed or doubt my faith in God. I have the conformation of the Lord, and that's all I need. Life is not a competition but about living in righteousness and truth."

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPage Publishing, Inc.
    Release dateMar 6, 2018
    ISBN9781641385664
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      Missing Pieces - Brenda S. Turner

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      Missing Pieces

      Brenda S. Turner

      Copyright © 2018 Brenda S. Turner

      All rights reserved

      First Edition

      Page Publishing, Inc

      New York, NY

      First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc 2018

      ISBN 978-1-64138-565-7 (Paperback)

      ISBN 978-1-64138-566-4 (Digital)

      Printed in the United States of America

      Missing Pieces: the Truth

      The last two days were very strange to me. I am in a battle that a lot of people would not understand. The glory of it is I am still standing strong in front of the Lord. There is no other way to understanding this life I have lived. Back in the early 1960s, I can remember going to a little white church named Oak Grove Methodist Church in a small city of Gordo, Alabama. Gordo is where my mother grew up. My grandmother, her dad, and his dad dug wells for a living. It is so ironic that their last name is Wells.

      Often, on Sunday mornings, my grandmother and grandfather would take us to that little white church. The bees would fly over our heads. The windows would be up, and we would all have fans running to stay cool. Every now and then, I could feel a cool breeze enter through the windows. We had cool water on the front porch with little white pointed paper cups. The amazing thing was I never saw anyone get stung by a bee. Every now and then, an older man we called Uncle Lonnie would swipe one with his fan as he began to pray. Every year in June, we would have homecoming at church and people would have their tables set with food as far as you could see. My uncle Golden would be on the back of his truck with an old drink cooler. It was red with a Coke bottle on it. He would look down and smile at us and offer us a drink. He would push the lid back, and we would put our hands down into the cold ice and pull up different flavors. We could see the color through the bottle. It was like fishing to the children.

      That meant to come right back, but we could not resist. As I was running backward to slide again, I did not notice the big glass behind me. I hit the glass very hard, and I kept running as fast as I could. I could hear my sister calling me, so I stopped. She looked down at my leg and told me that I was bleeding. When I saw my leg, I started to run again. I just wanted to get to my grandmother. I was so afraid! I was not worried that my leg was cut all the way to the bone. I was more afraid of getting in trouble for breaking the glass. My grandmother was so upset! The cut was so big! My thigh was open. It was so deep they had to double stitch it on the inside and out. The principal came to my house to see about me. What a surprise that was for me because he gave me some money. I really knew everything was going to be all right. I learned later that as soon as I went through the window, the whole front window came crashing down. Now I can see grandmother and granddaddy’s prayers being answered. I was only four years old at the time. I did not know at the time that prayer was so awesome.

      My mother and grandparents continued to teach us about the Almighty God. My soul is so weak, but our God will make a way. Everything that happened to me that was good, God did it, and now I can tell it. In my early days, I did not know that I had someone with me through it all. At the time, I was a child washed in the blood of Jesus and did not know it at all. In spite of it all, Jesus is and always will be Jesus. There is no other way.

      As the years went by, my grandmother grew sicker every year, but still growing stronger in the Lord. One Tuesday night, we went to a prayer meeting at my grandparents’ home. I was about nine or ten years old. I witnessed my mother being touched by my grandmother and was filled with the spirit of God. During those days, I did not understand the power of God. I did not know that he was so powerful until my life continued. My grandmother did not stop praising the Lord until I was in the fifth grade. Early one morning, we were awakened and told to come to the phone; our mother needed to talk to us. She told us that our grandmother had passed on. What a nightmare! The lady that was my grandmother was gone? I felt so alone and afraid. I would see her in my dreams a lot. She was with me even when I went to the housing project to play. After dark, she would walk me home as a puff of white smoke shining in the darkness. She would go inside the house with me until I turned the lights on. That is when I knew, with no doubt, that she would always be with me.

      My grandmother made sure we knew about the Lord. We had a choir stand sized to fit my aunt, my sister, about two more people, and me. My aunt taught my sister and me how to harmonize, and it would sound like a large choir singing. You could hear feet tapping the wooden floor to make music. Looking up at Uncle Golden’s shining bright teeth made everything so bright.

      Listening to the crackling sound of the rocks on the long dirt road was a peaceful sound. Looking out the window at all the plum trees along the side of the little narrow road made it impossible not to stop on the way in and on the way out sometimes.

      Today is February 2, 2001. My grandfather is on my mind very strongly. I have come to realize that I miss him very much. Tears are flowing out of my eyes like a small stream. I can’t control the tears, but I know they will soon stop. When we start morning worship, my grandfather would moan the old hymn song that we would be singing. Every now and then, he would sing a few words; he would not miss a note. Every now and then, I would look over to my left. Granddaddy, we called him, would stand up and say, Yes, Lord and grand related. My grandmother’s dad, his dad lived to be in his hundreds. The family lost count. Momma, we called her, would be praying. I believe just about everyone in the church lost count after about 106. I don’t think anyone can remember his age. My grandmother’s mother’s sister, her daddy’s sister, and first through fourth-generation cousins were all there. All praising to the Most High. Sometimes, there would be thunder and lightning, and we would keep praising the Lord. My mom made sure that we always went to church even after my grandmother passed on. My grandmother was my babysitter when my mom went to work. She took very good care of me. I could ask her questions all day, and she would answer all of them with meaning. She was powerful with God. I found that out as years went by. If I had a stomachache, she would rub my stomach and pray. She would cough up something and spit it out. The next thing I knew, I was feeling great and ready to go outside to play.

      At that time, I did not know the things about God like I do now. My mother went to work in the summertime. My sister and I went to my grandmother’s house. We played with some neighborhood friends that day. My grandmother came to the door and asked us to take my oldest brother some lunch to the school. He cut grass for the school in the summertime. When we got there, we were amazed to see how shiny the floors were. We just had to run and slide on the floors. We were having so much fun, but we knew we were to do what my grandmother said.

      I then became bitter

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