our story

My soul is home now

My soul is HOME now. She can rest forever in the arms of her Papa and her Beloved Lord Jesus. No, I did not die, physically, as you can tell, but I did die to all my wants, desires, hopes, dreams, expectations of others, and found everything I have ever longed for, here, in the Arms of My Father. Even though I have two brain aneurysms, recently healed of depression, DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) and cognitive impairments, my Papa and Lord Jesus continue to give me the grace to share their hearts and our story. This is how it all began. (See my full story in my book “My Return Home to Innocence” on Amazon.com)

The search

I was born Tresca Trent, in Albany Georgia, to two teens who were being naughty. My mother got pregnant and as the story goes, they were forced to get married. The marriage only lasted two years. Somehow as a child, I felt I was a “mistake.” I felt out-of-place. I began running away from home and desired to move in with other families because when I reached out to my mother, she was unable to respond to my nagging calls because no one had answered hers. I reached out to my father, who was in and out of jail a man lost himself, he could not answer my nagging calls. “Hello, is anybody home?” I cried. I searched for 22 years for someone to love me, to touch me, to hold me, to let me know that “I was worth loving.”

It all began at the age of four when the doors of my innocence were opened, and sexual impurities invaded the rooms of my soul. After years of abuse and pain, I lived an awful lie, trying to appease both parts of me. On one hand, I was a cheerleader, choir member, dancer, singer, popular, funny, and the life of the party. But on the other hand, promiscuous, drugs, partying, lying, stealing, drinking, seductive, and manipulative. I was a lost, empty, needy soul, open to anyone who would fill the emptiness in my heart. I hurt many people, attempted suicide, destroyed many relationships — I was looking for someone to pick up the phone of my heart to just answer my nagging calls.

Jesus answered

On July 26, 1979, when I was in the Air Force, in an empty football stadium at Eielson AFB Alaska, Jesus answered the phone. I said to the Lord, “Jesus, you know what kind of life I have lived and the awful things I have done; you will have to change me because I can’t change myself; please come into my heart, forgive me for my sins and please change me.” Guess what, He did! From the top of my head to the soles of my feet, I felt like water being poured all over me. I ran to my room and heard His words so clearly to me for the first time, “Born again, you have been born-again!” A brand-new life had begun. Jesus lived IN ME!

Restoration

For the past 42 years, since I began my NEW life in Christ, my soul still had OLD patterns, mental illnesses, and demonic strongholds that had to be healed and restored. Jesus promised me one day while sitting on the side of the bed, “My love, I will RESTORE your soul, just let me.” My soul said yes! Since our meeting in 1979, our journey has been one of much joy and much sorrow. It has been the love of Christ who has loved me, pursued me, and who has never given up on me who brought my soul back home to Himself.

One of the most poignant moments in our journey was in 1986. He told me, “I don’t need you to work for me; I just need you to love me.” He continued, “I have the angels to serve me and they answer my beckoning call; they do whatever I desire for them to do, but what they can’t do as only you can do my love, is LOVE me.”

YOU ARE PERFECT MY BELOVED AND I LOVE YOU FOREVER!!!
For the Lord satisfies the longing soul and fills the hungry soul with GOOD things… Psalm 107:9