MEET PRINCESSA
Hello. My name is Princessa Durrence and I’m 20 years old. I have a 5-year-old daughter named Zamora; who is the joy of my life.
My early experience with the church was given to me by my biological father, who preached by day but was very abusive at home. I had a wonderful, God-fearing Mother who also was emotional and physically abused by my biological father.
At the time, I had two sisters, Chelsie and Juanita. We were all afraid of him. Because of his behaviors towards us, I had an unclear picture of who Jesus was. I always questioned, “If Jesus was love and my father was a preacher, why didn’t he treat us with love?”
In May of 2015, my biological father took my mother's life. It was the hardest and most painful feeling in the world. To this day, it is still heartbreaking and difficult.
On April 11th, 2016, I got into a car accident and found out I was four months pregnant with a girl. My biological father didn’t care; he wanted me to have an abortion. I told him this was God’s child and I’m keeping her. He didn’t care for us, nor feed us, and we were not in school. DFACS removed us and placed us in foster care.
While with my first foster family, I gave birth to my daughter on September 18, 2016. She was such a light during a dark time in life. She is my reminder to press on and never give up hope, to keep the faith through the dark times.
My sisters and I were heartbroken to leave our first foster family. We didn’t understand why they didn’t want to adopt us. All the rejection and pain resurfaced. I thought we would never belong to anyone ever again. The hardest part about leaving was that we called them "Dad" and "Mom." On top of all that, my biological father had a brand-new family and kids. No one knew how my mother died.
We were moved to another family, and it didn’t work out at all. We were there six months and had to be moved again. DFACS couldn’t find a home that could take us all, so we were going to be separated. We were so scared, but just when I thought God didn’t listen to my prayers, a loving family that we knew came forward and took us in. At the time, it was temporary until we went to my grandmother's home. But God had another plan.
I confronted the family we were staying with and said, “Please let us stay with you... I'm tired of moving.. we now have peace, and we know you love us.” Her response was that they would pray about it, and she did... all the way home.
The Holy Spirit told her that they should adopt us and be obedient to Him. So, by faith, my now Dad and Mom did just that and we were adopted in May 2019.
I now have four sisters and a beautiful niece.
I know this family God has given me will stick with me through the end and love me unconditionally. They will never send me away, and they will never lose their love for me. While I still miss my mother, I know that she can see me happy, loved, and taken care of. More than anything, I know God heard my cries and prayers all that time and moved us around to get to a forever home filled with God's peace and love.
If you find yourself feeling like God isn't working, just remember, simply having faith in God can move mountains. As Isaiah 40:4 says, "Every valley shall be lifted, and every mountain and hill be made low; the uneven ground shall become level, and the rough places a plain."
God always works things out.
If anyone needs help with any situations, please feel free to reach out to me. Having faith and helping each other is what God called us to do.
Love y'all.
xoxo-Princessa
My early experience with the church was given to me by my biological father, who preached by day but was very abusive at home. I had a wonderful, God-fearing Mother who also was emotional and physically abused by my biological father.
At the time, I had two sisters, Chelsie and Juanita. We were all afraid of him. Because of his behaviors towards us, I had an unclear picture of who Jesus was. I always questioned, “If Jesus was love and my father was a preacher, why didn’t he treat us with love?”
In May of 2015, my biological father took my mother's life. It was the hardest and most painful feeling in the world. To this day, it is still heartbreaking and difficult.
On April 11th, 2016, I got into a car accident and found out I was four months pregnant with a girl. My biological father didn’t care; he wanted me to have an abortion. I told him this was God’s child and I’m keeping her. He didn’t care for us, nor feed us, and we were not in school. DFACS removed us and placed us in foster care.
While with my first foster family, I gave birth to my daughter on September 18, 2016. She was such a light during a dark time in life. She is my reminder to press on and never give up hope, to keep the faith through the dark times.
My sisters and I were heartbroken to leave our first foster family. We didn’t understand why they didn’t want to adopt us. All the rejection and pain resurfaced. I thought we would never belong to anyone ever again. The hardest part about leaving was that we called them "Dad" and "Mom." On top of all that, my biological father had a brand-new family and kids. No one knew how my mother died.
We were moved to another family, and it didn’t work out at all. We were there six months and had to be moved again. DFACS couldn’t find a home that could take us all, so we were going to be separated. We were so scared, but just when I thought God didn’t listen to my prayers, a loving family that we knew came forward and took us in. At the time, it was temporary until we went to my grandmother's home. But God had another plan.
I confronted the family we were staying with and said, “Please let us stay with you... I'm tired of moving.. we now have peace, and we know you love us.” Her response was that they would pray about it, and she did... all the way home.
The Holy Spirit told her that they should adopt us and be obedient to Him. So, by faith, my now Dad and Mom did just that and we were adopted in May 2019.
I now have four sisters and a beautiful niece.
I know this family God has given me will stick with me through the end and love me unconditionally. They will never send me away, and they will never lose their love for me. While I still miss my mother, I know that she can see me happy, loved, and taken care of. More than anything, I know God heard my cries and prayers all that time and moved us around to get to a forever home filled with God's peace and love.
If you find yourself feeling like God isn't working, just remember, simply having faith in God can move mountains. As Isaiah 40:4 says, "Every valley shall be lifted, and every mountain and hill be made low; the uneven ground shall become level, and the rough places a plain."
God always works things out.
If anyone needs help with any situations, please feel free to reach out to me. Having faith and helping each other is what God called us to do.
Love y'all.
xoxo-Princessa