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Multi-talented new author Jennifer C. D. Wilford, known to the world as Je', is about to bless us with her
new book about how God puts us through trials and tribulations to make us stronger. Jennifer is a true survivor of things that would damage some and
threaten the lives of most. In this true story, Jennifer tells us of how she lost her father and mother in the same year as well as walking away from an 18yr alternative lifestyle, that her mother pleaded for her to change.
Blessed Therapy will have you laughing, crying, and praying from the very beginning because it’s a book
that you won’t want to put down.
Journey with her, through her eyes, as she takes you on the most difficult path she has ever had to cross in
life. You will laugh, you will cry and you will be Blessed.
Blessed: Therapy is the long awaited book of freelance Graphic Designer, Jennifer 'Je' Dixon Wilford. After losing her father on January 25, 2008, she lost her mother 10 months later on November 9, 2008. Je' states that her parents' death, gave her a new chance at life, because she walked away from nearly 20 years of being in the alternative (lesbian) lifestyle.
Looking for direction and peace of mind, she began writing, which became her form of therapy. "Anything that you have and you want it to be a success, you must keep God first", says Je'. Journey with her, through her eyes, as she takes you on the most difficult path she has ever had to cross in life. You will laugh, you will cry and you will be blessed.
We raced back to my mother’s room and I had enough time to take off my jacket and come over to her and kiss her on her forehead. I rubbed her head and told her that I loved her, just as I did every chance I could. I told my mom that it was okay to let go; I would do everything I could to look out for her sister and take care of myself. I promised my mom that I would get my life together. I knew if I wanted to see her in the next lifetime, I would have to make some major changes. Just as I felt her peace come over me, my mother began to cough uncontrollably. I had her left hand and Auntie Roe had her right hand. My mom’s eyes slightly came open as she coughed. Her eyes seemed to be fixed on me as she coughed. Then she stopped and everything was real quiet. She let out a big sigh and then I heard that fatal rattle. You know the rattle that we call the “Death Rattle”. I called for the nurse and she called in the other patient assistants to help with my mom. In that short amount of time, we all had become family. We all watched as my mom’s chest would slowly rise and fall. Then it stopped and it never moved again. She squeezed my hands really tight, and then she squeezed her eyes. I saw her smile as if she had seen Jesus waiting for her, saying, “Servant, well done”. My mom took her last breath at 11:50pm on November 9, 2008.