My mother had cancer as a teenager and was told early on in her pregnancy that her eggs may have been damaged due to radiation. She had the option of aborting me. Instead she prayed and asked God to allow me to be born healthy, making a vow that she would raise me to know, honor and serve him. I was born March 17th 1977 at 7pm and named Christy Angelette meaning Christ little Angel. Growing up I hated the name, didn’t know the reasoning of it. I was embarrassed by it, very few people knew of Angelette. As I got older I was told the story. Recently looking at a photo of my beloved grandfather I remember during his last days living and barely able to speak, he called me his little angel. I was only twelve yet every opportunity I had, I would spend taking care of him, talking to him, reading the bible to him and rubbing his aching feet. Since I was born my grandparents had taken me home and became surrogate parents when I needed it, my only escape and peace away from the abuse and violence. He had said I was his angel, now he is mine. His picture is just above my vision board. My mother kept her promise, at age seven I opened up my bible and read revelations, it was so overwhelming, I got dizzy and had to lay down, this would be our 1st encounter. At age seventeen after enduring a childhood of abuse, I began the journey with him. Along the way I got distracted and turned in all the wrong directions. I was so lost. Diagnosed Bipolar at the age of twenty-six, I was broken. The next 13 years I lived in a hell of my own making and burned from the trauma of suppressed abuse and married it. At age thirty-nine, I woke up from my mental and spiritual coma. I was reborn. Looking back I can see all the times when God was with me all along. It’s how I survived. Today I can proudly proclaim I’m Christy Angelette! I am so empowered in embracing who I am, all of me, because I am his.
Author Christy Angelette 