A Little About Me

Good Afternoon Everyone


My name is Cammie. I am a musician in my church. I love my church very much. I love all of my family and friends. I am growing in God and I have had "growing pains" (lol). I have been through a lot in my life...This includes Katrina and at least two house fires. Through it all, God's been faithful. He is sooooo awesome. How do I describe the mighty love He shows? I do not have words to say to tell how much I love my Father (Jesus). He is so wonderful. He has helped me through a lot of things.......some of these things were happy :) and some were sad :( , very sad.

Some of my happy things were my new father, my always wonderful mother, my blessed family and wonderful talents. Some of my sad and hard things were eating disorder, fear, divorce of my parents, and other things. When Hurricane Katrina (2005) had been spotted and was supposed to come in, we were going to stay. I, however, was getting very afraid.....This was unusual because we had stayed for tropical storms before; but, this storm was getting worse. I was so afraid that I had a panic attack and we decided to leave to help my nerves.

We met up with some of our extended family (aunt, uncle, cousins) and a family from our church. From there, we headed north towards Tennessee. At this time I was not eating because I was afraid of choking. Our group, my family and a set of friends, finally made it to Tennessee. We went looking for a church that fit into our beliefs and found one. The members of that church treated us like we were their own. They were very kind and we could feel Jesus move through the service. The community where we stayed (Pikeville) helped us out. They provided a place for us to stay and food for us to eat (however, I was still not eating at this time).

As it became more apparent that we were staying for longer than a week or two, the children in our group went to school. (My aunt finally had succeeded in making me eat again.) We made new friends and were treated well. When we came home, we watched in awe as our homes and lives back in Louisiana were being destroyed. It was as if a blanket was thrown over us and we were so shocked that we could not even mourn about what was happening.....

Once Katrina was over and it was safe enough for the men to go back home to Louisiana and check out our homes, they did. We did not like the news they would bring, at least not all of us. The house of the family from our church was fine. My extended family's home was fine but their road was messed up. My home, however, ........ had four trees on it. One tree had shifted the house off of its foundation. There was a huge hole in my house....there were bugs and there was the smell of old rotten furniture from the rain. Even with all of this (and there was a lot of crying), we finally went home to Louisiana.

Once home, we went through the trial of living at our church (my father is the pastor), then a FEMA trailer, and then my aunt and uncle's home as they went to raise money to become missionaries. After about a year or two, we bought ourselves a home. We were just about to move in our home and a psychopathic lady set it on fire. (I personally believe the lady is demon possessed; but we do know for a fact that she has mental and drug problems). This fire was so bad that there was a huge hole in the middle of our home. I was at school when she burned it and had to be checked out. On any other day being checked out would have been fine--but not today. Someone had told my mother our house was burning and she left school (she teaches at the high school I go to) without saying goodbye to me. I was worried about her health. This is a good thing because it made the realization of the house being burned seem less important than my mother being very ill.

I couldn't believe my eyes when we were pulling up to the driveway. I saw the effect that the fire had had on my house; but I had not seen the inside yet. As I stepped out of my car--that my aunt had to drive because my mom and I were in total shock--I could smell the horrible smell of burnt house. My mother had already seen the inside of the house, but I hadn't. I didn't want to; but my family felt that I must to be able to put my mind at rest. I went inside and the whole kitchen was gone. The house stank and was covered with black soot. I was only inside for a minute. When I saw it for my own eyes, I ran out and started crying. My thoughts were "Haven't I been through enough?" "Will I ever have a home again?" "Will my life ever be remotely normal?"

God must have heard even the prayers I did not say. God has now provided a better home. He has given me a special anointing and testimony. Jesus kept me from literally going crazy. To God be the glory. Jesus is awesome. Now my home is perfect. It is bigger and it is more my style. Jesus is a miracle worker.