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This book "…Been through Fire, But Mercy Spared Me" is written not because the writer wants to attract sympathy or broadcast her medical history. Instead, the aim is to share so that persons in the same situation can draw courage and strength in the fact that what God cannot do does not exist (Matt. 19:26; Mk. 9:23 and Mk. 10:27). I am a witness to the fact that nothing is impossible with God. God healed and is still in the business of healing all manner of diseases (Isa. 53:5). God did not promise us that all will be rosy-rosy as we run this race. So, every child of God has a time when he/she must surely pass through things in this life. It could be water it could be fire (Isa. 43:2). Remember that the Bible didn't say "if thou passest" but it says "when thou passest", that means that there must be a period of passing through the waters and walking through the fires of life, but in those times God will always show forth and those situations will not and cannot swallow you. The purpose of this book is for people to draw strength from the Source of life and strength (God Himself). May God fight your battles for you in Jesus Mighty Name. Amen and amen.
My name is Mercy Odinakachi Ekeocha (nee Ezeocha), I was born into the Ezeocha family by Madam Nkechinyere and Pa Ezeocha Uwom on 23rd May, 1966 in a village called Umule-Obiohuru, in Umuahia North Local Government Area of Umuahia, Abia State. I was the fourth child from my mother, but the second surviving child because the two before me died and my immediate younger sister also died. I was her only surviving child for my father for good seven (7) years before she had my younger brothers (Asobieronwu and late Chukwulenye). I lost my biological father at a very tender age of four (4) that was in 1970 and that made it impossible for me to know him. There was not even any picture of his for me to see to know how he looks. It is heart rending to live without knowing who one's biological father is. That was my experience. For so many years I lived with the pain of not knowing who my real father was. I had a step brother (now late) who my mother introduced to me as a father because he happened to be my father's first and only surviving son from his other wife. I lived with my mother for less than seven (7) years and was taken away from her, first to go and baby-sit my elder sister's (Da Ngozi Ukaonu now late) second set of twin boys (Ozioma and Uche Ukaonu) in Enugu State at the age of about five (5) or so. I came back from Enugu and went to live with my eldest half sister (Udodirim Ikwunze also late) in a village called Umuawa Ala-ocha where she enrolled me into primary school (Umuawa Ala-ocha Central School, Umuahia) in 1974 where I started my primary school education. Along the line my step brother (whom I grew up to know and call papa) requested that my mother should release me to live with him and his family in Lagos. Eventually, that was how I was forcefully severed completely from my biological mother at a very tender age of 8 years 9 months in 1975. I lived with them from 1975 to 1982.
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