Now everyone may not be as zealous or hungry for the Truth as I am but, as I read the Word I began to pray and claim and believe that God would grant and answer my prayer requests. For instance, when I read about Solomon I prayed for the Wisdom of Solomon before I had read the book of Lamentations. (smile)

When I started studying in Corinthians and other books about various spiritual gifts, I prayed, proclaimed and fasted for every one of them! When I read the red letter in my Bible and studied about the miraculous acts of Jesus, healings, feeding many and much more, I also prayed and fasted and proclaimed that as well. Especially after I read what Jesus said to his disciples:

John 14:12: Verily, verily, I say unto you, he that believeth on me, the works that I do shall he do also;

I have been through hell, but as I said I had to realize that I am not the only one that has had painful experiences in my life. I have been raped three times, two times by strangers and once by my ex-husband. I have been abducted, held hostage and raped. I had two brothers that are no longer a part of our family because they have passed on. The irony of it all is that the two brothers that are deceased, had a fight with one another and one brother died as a result of that fight and the brother that lived was brutally murdered years later. I have two brothers that are suffering from mental illness; one suffers from schizophrenia and the other from bi-polar. All of my siblings have been incarcerated at some point in their life and I am the only one thank God that has not. Thank you Jesus

In this walk of my life, I have endured many hard trials and have also experienced many blessings, as well as, witnessed powerful miracles performed by God.

As a young girl, I was raised in the church; my grandfather was a Baptist Minister. However, his son, my dad was the total opposite; he wanted nothing to do with Church or God. Therefore, he never taught me anything pertaining to spirituality during the short time span that he was a part of my life. After he left my mother, our family was forced to move to a lower socio-economic class neighborhood, in other words, "the hood." This is where I was introduced to drugs, crime and violence. This was the building block of my life in understanding what it really meant to struggle to survive. A walk to the neighborhood grocery store could