My Story is one of Amazing

Grace!

Here was a young girl who’s life was painted with the ugliest kind of poverty and fatherlessness… no clothes, no shoes, penniless and hopeless who’s life was TRANSFORMED only by Jesus and His saving power!

Who am I now? I’m a story teller, a wife, a business owner and singles relationship coach. My life has completely changed! And I’ll never get tired of telling the world how and why!

It’s been a labour of love writing this book series ~ A Journey of Faith, “The Girl In The Little White Dress” book #1 you can pre-order right away on Amazon

To be really honest, it wasn’t so long ago I was faced with what seems like an impossible situation. I cried, hollered and bawled until my stomach hurt
The truth is I didn’t know what to do nor what to pray…and it was in my prayer time I heard God say, “Kacey, you wrote a book full of compelling testimonies with miracles I’ve done before, go back and read over your book again.” God is such a sweet comforter.

I began reading again and I saw the evidence of what God has done in my life before and my faith was encouraged.

Were are living in difficult times. Everything is hard and trying. Perhaps you are struggling with the thoughts that you should be further along in your life and you’re not. Failed expectations overwhelm you. You feel stuck — stuck in life, sabotaged by circumstances. You feel like your whole world is crushing down and you wonder “Where is God?”

God is in the midst of the chaos.

The Girl in The Little White Dress will tell and show you that God is in the midst of the poverty, the pains, the depression, the broken marriage, broken relationships, your financial setbacks, the disappointments, the scars, the losses, the turmoils, the darkness, the weakness, the divorce, the hardship and the loneliness that you’re going through right now. We all know it’s hard to feel God’s goodness and love in the midst of all the chaos of Covid19 but He’s there.

His 2020 vision for your life has not changed.

His 2020 vision for your life has not changed. He’s going to come through brethren, God will COME through… and I know without a doubt that the Holy Spirit will minister to each and everyone of you through every single chapter of this masterpiece.

I know this book will activate your faith. I know it will help you find hope again. I know it will help you to find strength and purpose. I know it will bring joy and laughter because all is not lost. Hope thou in God and have faith. (Hebrews 11:1)

The official release date will be the end of September 2020. Here are some excerpts from stories you loved on facebook from the book…

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I ONLY HAD ONE DRESS ~ Chapter 5

It’s not that I’m fashion crazy, oh no! It’s simply because I never had much of anything to begin with. 

Like I’ve mentioned to you before, I grew up stricken by poverty…I didn’t have any shoes for many years, and to add to that dilemma, I only had one little white dress.

My mother would wash my one little dress every Saturday for Sunday school. I wore it with such pride and self-confidence.

It had frills at the hem and buttons in the back. I had no ribbons to match, no clips; only a few bubbles with the elastic band  all stretched out. But oh boy, how I loved my one little white dress.

“Every Sunday I wore the same dress to church.”

One Sunday morning I went to Sunday school and little Ms rich Josey with her comrades of gossip girls, laughed, giggled and whispered about my ‘one’ worn out dress. She said, “Every Sunday I wore the same dress to church!!” I was very appalled though only seven years old. Hearing her discriminate against me hurt my little heart. The tearswelled up in my heart and came running down my face the moment I got home and reiterate my story to my mama.  Mama encouraged my heart like she knew something I didn’t. I love my mama.  She said, “Sophia, one day massa God is going to bless you, you won’t have back to wear all your clothes.” To me, it sounded like a hopeful verse right from the book of Psalms. However, I pounded hers words in my heart. (continued in the book) pre-order book on amazon

I DID’NT HAVE ANY SHOES ~ Chapter 2

I grew up in Trelawny, Jamaica in severe poverty. I was only seven7⃣ when I first heard the audible voice of God. I remember waking up that Tuesday morning with my big toe hurting like crazy. I had gone to school the previous day barefoot simply because I was too poor to afford a pair of shoes. And yes, I bucked my ‘big toe’ really bad. So, as I sat there that Tuesday morning on my mother’s broken bed and I busted out crying!and asked God:

“Why am I poor?”

“Why was I born out of wedlock?”

“Why don’t I have a father?”

“Why don’t I have any clothes?”

“Why don’t I have any shoes?”

The Lord responded right away by drawing my attention to His written Word.

I was prompted by God to read the book of Psalms and I quickly located my little green New Testament Bible. I opened at once and fortuitously opened to Psalms 27:10 “When my father and my mother forsake me, then the LORD will take me up.” I was flabbergasted! I couldn’t  believe what I was reading. I simply heard God’s voice, “I’ll be a father to you my daughter.” The trajectory of my whole life changed that day. (continued in book) Pre-order my book on Amazon

POVERTY ALMOST STOLE MY HAIR ~ Chapter 4

I was most certainly obsessed with long hair-no lie. I simply longed for a head of long, curly-lock goodness! Was that too much to desire?An old wives’ tale claims that if you leave your comb by the riverbank, a mermaid might find it and comb her luxurious hair with it. After you retrieve the comb and use it, they say, your hair will grow as long as the mermaid’s hair. So, throughout my childhood, I would pray to find a mermaid with whom to leave my piece of broken comb.

Everything seemed to be broken in my home, including my hair. Since I didn’t know exactly where to locate any mermaid, I found myself begging God to please make me wake up with long flowing hair. I waited for years and years, and God never did answer me at the time I needed Him to. God I’m still mad (just kidding). Yet, how silly of me to blame God!

For years, we only had a piece of broken mirror, so I couldn’t see the full contour of my face. (Contour is a word I learned from my husband, Mr. Jacob, when he was trying to woo me. Ha!) I couldn’t see my whole head all at once, but I could definitely see my beautiful big nose that I inherited from mama along with her cute big heels.

At some point growing up, mama shared my birth story with me. It left me startled because mama said that when I was born, out of all eight of her babies, I had the most hair. But unbeknownst to mama, her little girl was struggling with the way her hair looked and felt. She had no idea I was going to my bed every night praying and begging God to make my hair grow long and beautiful.

As I got older, I didn’t see how what she told me could possibly be true, because, from my perspective, I had hardly any hair on my head to be combed. Regretfully, I have no baby picture for proof (we were too poor to own a camera), so I had to take her word for it, and I believed her every word because she’s my mama. I love my mama.

All I saw a pickey pickey head little girl

Mama said my hair was beautiful, but when I looked into the piece of broken mirror, all I saw was a picky-picky-head little girl. Of course, when I looked closely enough, I would also see blood-sucking lice crawling around on my head—and a microscopic view would reveal the nits. These vermin would spread all over my little scalp and suck and suck. So grotesque! Ladies edges have to be on fleek today but nothing about my edges was laid or on fleek. I had no edges, no hairline only had black pepper grains.

My hair was constantly dry, loaded with cakes of dandruff but yet it was suppose to be the best hair. I was very puzzled over this claim. On the other hand if I did have ‘good hair’ like Chris Rock puts it, where did my good hair go? Well according to mama anecdote; poverty stole my good hair. Poverty stole what? The audacity! The thing is, we never had the proper hair amenities like shampoo and conditioner, we couldn’t afford those stuff. That’s was only for rich folks.

My mother had to use one of the worst smelling soap on the Island

So my mother had to use one of the worst smelling soap on the Island~ called ‘dutty gal soap.’ Dutty gal soap was use for washing our clothes, pots&pans, bathing and for washing our hair. It was our go-to detergent. So that’s the poverty soap that stole my good hair… along with other ingredients. 

Of course, many other ingredients and factors contributed to the decline of my good hair. We weren’t educated about petroleum jelly’s harmful properties, so we often used it…and when we ran out of petroleum hair grease my mother would used cooking oil-cooking oil mama cooking oil is for cooking! Oh, sweet Moses! No wonder all our hair suffered such harsh persecution and almost died…

Then again, if we didn’t have any cooking oil, we’d pull out the lotion. It’s not as if we had specific hair lotion and body lotion—it was just plain ordinary lotion. Only God knows what sort of ungodly ingredients were concocted in those overwhelmingly scented lotions. My mama almost killed my good hair beyond repair! But mama, you didn’t know any better, so I completely understand, and I forgive you.

“Lord, I’m going to need an emergency hair miracle.”

Long story short. One day God told me He was sending me my husband and I had no clue what my husband was going to look like and my hair all of a sudden became an issue, don’t ask my why. So the day that I met Jacob I knew He was the one. The next morning I went down in sackcloth and ash. I said, “Lord Jesus, you didn’t tell me you were sending me a white husband fellow, so I’m going to need from you an emergency hair miracle. I need you to grow my hair real fast before the wedding because Jacob is going to need long hair to play in.” (It was all in my head, we didn’t even have our first date yet-I think it was a single girl problem).

The Holy Spirit spoke to me and told me exactly how to grow my hair

Anyways, I was almost certain I heard silence in heaven and then all of a sudden Jesus and the whole crew started laughingI couldn’t believe my. Then all of heaven realized I was serious cause I kept on praying and asking God to help a girl out lol. Next thing I know the Holy Ghost spoke to me and told me exactly what to do to cause my hair to grow. THE HOLY SPIRIT IS OUR HELPER! HELLOI got up, ran to the store, came back, and did some intensive research. To make a long story short, people of God, the Lord God helped me resurrect my good head of tresses because it was always there.

Don’t called what’s dormant dead

God is so filled wit humor. And I’ve always believed you mama. Moral of the story, don’t call what’s dormant dead. Don’t call a temporal situation permanent. Don’t call what God didn’t label DEAD, dead! Call out to your dry bones to come alive!! God can resurrect your dead situation today. Call out to Him for HELP and believe!!And bear in mind, God will not do for you what you can do for yourself, like growing and caring for your own hair. That’s on you.By the scent of water shall a treesprout again.Job 14:9 (pre-order book on amazon)

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Instead of leaving me a comment here…If any of my stories over the years has ever any encourage you in anyway… please click on any of the links in this post, please pre-order my book and leave me a short review. Thanks a million!

Xoxo Kacey

First of all…if God can sit down and talk to Abraham about His plans for Sodom & Gomorrah…by all means, God can tell you who your husband/wife is going to be…deep seated relationship with God can do that.

I must be real and honest because when you hurt I hurt too…

I don’t mean to be braggadocio, nor do I mean to offend nor hurt anyone…but if I must testify of what He’s done for me to encourage your hearts…then I must be real and totally honest because when you hurt I hurt… you feel me. 

Upon patiently waiting on God for 13 years — God told me three months prior before meeting Mr. Nimocks. He told me three times that He was sending him. 3 whole months in advance—so I could plan & prepare some more be his arrival…and then He confirmed it with the people whom He placed in my life — destiny helpers!

Stop claiming husbands that’s aren’t yours. If God never tell you he’s or she’s the one—no need to start a relationship…no need to sleep with him, no need have his children, and don’t make any plans for him. Don’t do it! 

Let me have another moment of truth with you…when I was only 13 years old I sat down on a rock stone in my mother’s dirt kitchen. And as she talked with me about her past and life, I listened in deeply…As she talked with me she cried because all eight of us came into the world out of wedlock and fatherlessness! She bawled eight of us came into the world out of wedlock and fatherlessness! She bawled that she had to raised us up alone in poverty…I comforted her and we cried together. I love my mama that she had to raised us up alone in poverty…I comforted her and we cried together. I love my mama

Right there on that rock stone—I evaluated all she said and all that happened to her. I then made a conscious decision—a very conscious decision… that no man under the sun will touch me unless God said he’s my husband.

I lock my heart that day and gave the key to God

So what do you think I did? I locked my heart that very day and gave the key to God. I lock it so tight that not even likkle breeze couldn’t get in. I said God I trust you with my heart because I don’t want to be hurt and abused by any ungodly men like my mama.

I decided with God that when the time is right He would tell or show me who my husband is. I really don’t mean to be braggadocio but look down below that’s what I trusted God for. The best! 

When I said my heart was sealed off, locked up and tangled up it Jesus…it was really hard for any man to find. 

For years no man couldn’t figure me out and it drove some crazy for me.

…Here’s a tip a royal tip ladies…be mysterious don’t wear your heart on your sleeve. Because my heart was buried in Christ like a buried treasures—anyone who need access to get in, had to get a map and then the key. So none could find my heart to hurt me.

There’s nothing like connecting with true love.

For those of you who are hurting right now!

I earnestly for you. I pray that God will heal you where it hurts…and completely restore and established you. 

Truth be told all my unmarried years I only suffered one brokenheart…and this happened foolishly on my part but God also allowed it because He had better plans. This story is for another time.

What I’m saying sisters is—you don’t want to get into relationships you have no business being in…When it’s necessary to be ALONE just be alone. It’s better for you to be alone and get closer to God—because, I guarantee you this day-the 10th of July 2020…that the Almighty Yahweh God will never, never caused you to go astray…in any relationship that He has ordained. 

When you give God the Key to your heart He will handle it with the ultimate care

When you give all your heart — not just part of it, He will handle it with the ultimate care.

1. The Holy Spirit gave me the ability to discern every men I ever met. Sisters in Christ I was a ghetto single! The Holy Spirit is your relationship guru…you don’t need Eharmony nor Tinder to be honest… 
2. He will never let you let anyone in who don’t belong. He’s keeping guard…remember! Hey oh hey
3. God have more than one ways to tell you No or Yes…when God has the key to your heart He will never lead you to declare that your relationship status is ‘complicated’ when God initiate your relationship moves…they’re YES & No, no in between baby. God is a God of order.

Don’t wear your heart on your sleeves.

4. God don’t play games with our hearts but men do. The states of your heart is so important that He tells us to guard it. Protect it. Don’t wear it on your sleeves.

Let me stop here for today.

Ladies, ladies, God have given you so much dominion, authority and power but when you let these so-called men into you hearts, and into your bedrooms—you give the enemy ammunition & room to destroy you. And this is why you’re walking around feeling less than, worthless, empty, hurt, angry, suicidial and broken heart.

Please I’m begging you to lock up your heart—give God the key and trust Him to initiates and guide you to whomsoever your spouse is…this I ask of you…in Jesus name! 

If anyone can protect and keep you and your heart is the one who created you.

King Solomon said it best: “Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life” (Proverbs 4:23). This is necessary for a lot reasons: Because your heart is extremely valuable. 

Be bless. I love you

YourKacey