My name is Janiese Williams- Wesley. But you can call me Janiese. I’m a wife, daughter, and a friend to a few. Motherless, yet I’ve been blessed to help my parents raise my younger siblings. Altogether, there are eight plus me in my family. My family isn’t perfect, but we are family. That’s the amazing part of having a family.
I’m forty years old, and I’ve lived an interesting life. I’m a retired school teacher who had it going on. Money was great, fancy cars, expensive trips were nice too. A wonderful husband with a great job-who could ask for more?
As a high-powered teacher for the Kansas City School District, I traveled in the fast lane. I had everything I wanted, and then some. But six years ago, I had a revelation: Despite, my achievements, I discovered I wasn’t happy. I needed more.
As a child growing up, I was taught to follow God, and listen to his direction. Somewhere between the money, teaching, and traveling to exotic trips in the summer-I lost God. Notice, I said that, “I lost God,” not God losing me. God doesn’t lose anyone. We walk away from him.
My prayer life became sour, and my walk with God faded away. Then I
heard the Holy Spirit tell me to go visit my parents in Mississippi. Instead of, going on a cruise, I went to Meridian, Ms. A small retirement community opeople who relaxed. smiled, and laughed alot.
As a child growing up, I visited family in Mississippi. But never in a million years I thought to move there. However, God had a greater plan for me. When I went back to Kansas City, I talked my husband into visiting and moving to Meridian, Ms.
My husband had a very good job working for Panera Bread as a General Store Manager. However, he was tired and needed a change. On the trip back to Kansas City, my mom told me that my father took ill. Quickly, we made up our minds, sold everything, and moved to Mississippi.
God is so faithful because my husband received another job working for O’Charley’s. During the six years we lived in Mississippi, I lost my father, I got laid off from two jobs, and my husband took a huge pay cut. Due to the Recession, we lost our house, a car, but we didn’t lose God.
During my time of being homeless, I found me again. It’s amazing how death, having no money, and getting laid off taught me how to be grateful for what I had. With no job to go to everyday, I bought a journal, and began writing. I found my childhood dream all over again. When I was ten years old, I started writing. When other kids were outside playing, I sat in the house writing plays, poems, and short stories.
Now my goal is to, write often about family, woman, and the struggles we face as human beings. It is my hope that I can give light to people who need hope. With the economy crashing, and various wars taking place people need some light where there’s darkness.