Home

Jeremiah 30:2 (KJV) Thus speaketh the LORD God of Israel, saying, Write thee all the words that I have spoken unto thee in a book.

MISSION

To foster, encourage and inspire

To make a difference in someone’s life

To share spiritual insight through The Word of God, deeds, experiences and victories

To serve God by being a symbol of hope, to be a link to understanding and an assurance in seeing a castle of realized dreams

If there is No Test there will be No Testimony

To share God’s Love through The Gospel of Jesus Christ to the unsaved, unchurched and the uncommitted

To reach the lost because God desires all men to come to repentance and remission of sins in Jesus’ Name

To remember God uses our circumstances to make us strong

Home
Inspiration
Testimonials
Contacts

For many years I have tried to put on paper my life experiences. Many people, past and present, have asked me after hearing some of my stories to put them in writing, they marvel over my passages through childhood life. Although that may seem so easy to do for some, I have agonized over it for many years.

Once I had begun to write my experiences in long hand and I found it to be very difficult to decipher my own writing. I would write with so much noxious anger that it would tear me apart. I had so much hate for the people that I felt had done me so much injustice. Mostly, I wanted to do them harm and cause their demise with my words. I wanted them to suffer and then die. I wanted to see their faces and to look into the very depths of their eyes to see the pain that would be caused by the things that I would say to them and write about them. I wanted to let my tongue and written words be the very instruments that would destroy them. At least I prayed that my words had that much power. But, what I finally learned was that my words, thoughts and the inability to forgive was only destroying and killing me it was having no effect on them. Oftentimes, it would take me months to recover from this destructive behavior.

I used to wonder why I had to suffer so much, always the victim. I wanted to be someone else, to have another life. But now I know there is a reason and season for everything and if I had my life to do over again I would not want to change anything, because what I have experienced in living this life, that was given to me has made me who I am today. Through much hard work I have learned to love me. Indeed it has been one of the hardest, if not the hardest work I have had to learn to do and endure. Therefore I now can love others and that is what God wanted me to learn. So that I may be a lamplight and a blessing to others, who through this reading might learn that although it may seem unbearable when we are going through the storm; because when you are in the storm you only think about protecting yourself from the elements of whatever type of storm you happen to be in; but after the storm there is sunlight, fresh air and flowers; all owed to the glory and mercy of God.

I once asked my therapist in devastation why I had to suffer so much. Her answer for me was that she really didn’t know, but maybe some of us were put here to suffer. I was holding myself in agony and pain and I just wanted to die, then she asked me to read “HINDS’ FEET ON HIGH PLACES,” an allegory dramatizing the journey each of us must take before we can live in high places by Hannah Hurnard. I thank her for her tough love, patience, persistence, and guidance, many reading and referential materials, tolerance and above all unconditional love. My therapist went beyond the call of her profession. She loved what see did and loved people. Most of all she loved me.

I can’t tell you that I learned all lessons easily or that I continued to always use the lessons that I had learned. On another occasion, I was feeling mighty low and having what I now call my personal “pity party.” Filled emotionally and devastated about some problem, I asked my spiritual mentor and good friend, why I must suffer so much and that I was complaining of being tired of suffering. I remember this so clearly it seems as though it happened only yesterday. With arms folded across her chest, she said to me, “Who do you think you are that you are not supposed to suffer? Jesus suffered and died for our sins. He died on the cross for sins that He did not even commit. Do you think you are better than Jesus?” Well I tell you that although I was stunned and angered by this response I was shocked as if I was slapped in the face, literally. I thank her for truth, veracity, continued support, patience, endurance, unconditional love and most importantly her prayers. Someone else said to me that we have the easiest part to do in life, just pray.

Early one morning, in prayer with the Lord, He enlightened me to why I was unable to complete my book. As I previously stated, I wanted my words to be used to destroy people. The Lord let me know this work was not to be used to destroy people but as a testimony. Sometimes our trails are not about us but for someone else.