|Sister Allyson Reische
I was raised in church. My parents were highly involved in church. My dad was a worship leader. My mom was head of the ladies department and both of them were Sunday school teachers. I was taught to put God first in all I did. They even put me in a Pentecostal private school all the way up until 6th grade. God was the center of my life. So much so that when I was only 12 years of age I woke up out of bed crying one night with a strong desire to be used of God. To preach.
Yet life went on. When I was 13 my parents moved me to Florida. I was there three months before they finally moved down. I was Staying at my aunt and uncles house and truth be told I hated my parents for this, but where problems really started to arise was January 1st 2006 when I came home from a friends house on New Years to find my parents completely drunk. From that moment on my home was never the same. My parents rarely went to church my mom and my sisters let go of any sense of modesty and my dad just sat back and let it all happen. I in result tended not to make the best decisions. I’d hang out with the wrong crowd and I allowed them to influence me to drink, but by the grace of God and I truly believe it had to be God. He kept me from ever getting drunk, ever doing drugs and ever seriously getting hurt. I soon found myself at an altar and realized that wasn’t the life for me, but that’s not where my story ends. Throughout my high school career my family, due the reckless lifestyle they were living, moved me and my two little sisters around a lot. I went to two different high schools. My junior year a young man in my new high school sexually harassed me and made an attempted to molest me, but Gods hand was upon me again. Sadly this young man continued to try and started rumors about me at school saying I wore skirts for easy access. From that point on there was not a day that went by that some guy would not make an advance on me. So i started wearing pants, but I was used at church and when my youth pastor found out I was chewed out, not only by him, but by friends too. I didn’t feel wanted there anymore, I didn’t feel like people understood, so I left the Pentecostal organization and went to a non denominational church. It would be a year before I found myself at pentecostal church again, but I remember that day clearly and I will never forget the day I truly gave my life back to God. I realized how much I was missing out on. God was strongly there and I missed that. I from that point on have only gotten stronger in stronger in God, but this isn’t the end of my story. The devil still had to put up a fight.
It was fall of my freshmen year of college when the news of my mom cheating on my dad came to surface. It broke me up. This on top of the fact that I wasn’t really accepted in my home. They didn’t approve of my lifestyle. They would tell me my hair is stringy and needs a cut, that I would look cuter if i showed a little more skin or put a little make up on. It was a struggle every day to live for God. They would get so angry with me that I put God before my family. My mom and dad did nothing but argue, my mom would come home all hours of the night, my sister would be smoking pot in the room right next to me, all the while I was trying to live holy. One day after a huge argument with my family about how I was judgmental and a hypocrite I locked myself in my closet and just cried out to God, ” why Lord why am I here, why must I deal with this” and his reply was “Allyson shut it, it’s not about you it’s about Me. Always has been always will be.” He reminded me of the calling I felt in my life to preach, and laid it upon my heart to go to Bible college. Since then the Lord has provided the means to go and continues to bless me. I still pray for my family every day and I know without a shadow of doubt that The Lord isn’t finished with them yet. He isn’t finished me yet either. I can’t wait to see what God has in store.