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Name: Elizabeth House
Website: www.samaritandomestichc.com
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I was born and raised in Southern California, my parents were both the eldest of seven children. My mom came from a strong Christian heritage while my dad was from Mexico, born out of wed-lock and fatherless. His life was full of poverty and hardship but learned early to work hard and did so his entire life. My parents were married 46 years. Together my parents raised six children, and were blessed with eleven grandchildren. I was the second to the oldest child. Growing up every thing seem pretty normal on the outside. However, no one knew, the heart breaking pain that my sister and I experienced. No one knew about the physical, sexual, or emotional abuse occurring in our family. But by the tender age of three , I was physically, emotionally and sexually abused by members of my family. I vividly remember the beatings, being punch in the face, and whipped with an electrical cord by my mother, (bless her heart). She suffered deeply in her marriage to my father so she took out her frustrations on us kids. As a young girl, I learned early in my life to cried out to God for help. He was there when, I hide under my bed, or in a dark closet for safety. He was able to see my tears, and feel my pain. I remember the time, after being whipped with an electrical cord across my face, looking into the mirror and seeing my swollen face and red tearing eyes, my tears were mixed with blood. I was completely mortified and cried hysterically, covering my face with shame and humiliation. Yet immediately I began to care for my wounds. For months after, I hid and covered my face and if anyone would ask what happened , I would lie. However, the whips and physical scars were dull in comparison to the shame, rejection and brokenness I felt. After repeated instances of sexual molestation. I was utterly alone and completely unloved by those who were supposed to protect and take care of me. As I prayed God heard the cries of a little girl and sent and surrounded me with His loving kindness by bringing special angels into my life to care and demonstrate His compassion and unconditional love. My wonderful Grandma Mary Camero, and Bill and Carmelita Pile were pivotal people growing up. My grandma brought us up in a Four Square Charismatic Church While the Pile’s were pastors of a conservative little Church of God in Highland Park, California. Regardless of the vase differences, they both devoted them selves to us through encouraging our faith, teaching us about the bible. They shared about their lives before they were Christians. They gave us their precious time by consistently demonstrating acts of kindness. They were passionate about bringing (we) souls to Christ. My sister and I would love to spend the night with my grandmother who would talk all night about her God-given miracles and inspiring dreams she experienced through out her life. In addition, we would also spend the night at the Pile’s who would play games with us, they would invite us to share a sit -down home-cooked dinner with the family. They’d take us out for ice cream at the local Thrifty‘s Drug Store. They faithfully took us to church every Sunday come rain or shine and sincerely showed us the love of God. The Pile’s were rare Christians who devoted their entire lives to others. They lived in a small humble colonial style home in High Land Park, California. Regardless of their very successful printing business. They invested most of their resources building up the church and impacting God ‘s kingdom. In 2004 the Lord place a heavy burden on my heart to write down my dreams and visions. I have always been very reluctant to share because I felt embarrassed that people would make fun and label me as weird or strange. So I shared my dreams and the few visions with only my grandmother, sister and a few close friends who loved me and made me feel safe, until now I am sharing them with you.
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