Latonya Altman

An Eagle Can Fly With A Broken Wing Latonya Altman

For many years, my life had no balance. It was similar to a child's see saw, on a playground. I was constantly going up and down, positioned downward countless times. Unknown to me this position didn't dictate my future. Twenty-three years of my life had been altered, frustrated, and stagnated. Carrying weights filled with disappointments, errors, and setbacks, I was humbled, postured, and submitted to a delayed destiny. Writing this book disturbed me. Its publishing is nine years late, but not too late. I stalled in writing this book, but not because my wounds were still smoldering. It was the mere fact of me becoming transparent and having to tell an ugly truth. I was accustomed to living behind a veil. Being transparent meant that I had to reveal my deep wounds, scars, and many fears that were personally mine. There were some parts of my life that had been off limits to the ministry and the public. However, the Lord let me know that in order for this book to impact lives I had to become naked, reveal the hidden parts of my life, and leave no stone unturned. Unveiling my hurt, shame, rejection, and nakedness was violating my privacy. I was naked because the man that was sent to cover me was covering others and left me exposed. I was his assignment and he was obligated to cover me, at all times. It was his reasonable service. When you neglect your assignment, you put everything and everyone in danger. His lack of concern for me placed me on a hit list. But, the weapon did not damage me because I was a moving target. It's difficult to assassinate a moving target. Your assassinators need you to cooperate and stand completely still.