My story

I did not grow up in a Christ-centered home. My parents divorced when I was 3 years old. Looking back, God showed his provision when He placed my Godmother in my life at 6 years old. She taught me about Jesus, showed me how to pray and demonstrated a Godly lifestyle. While the rest of my life was in a constant state of conflict or crisis, my Godmother provided a steady foundation of unconditional love and prayer. She led me to Christ and during my 8th grade year, I accepted Jesus as my Savior and was Baptized.

I moved away from home at 14 to attend school in New England. With no direction, mentorship or accountability, I drifted further away from Christ. By the time I began college in Florida, Jesus was a distant memory. By the end of college, I had become the worst of sinners as demonstrated by Paul in 1 Timothy 1:13-16. I tried to do everything I could to destroy my life. I was surrounded by darkness. I came to the end of myself on an early morning in 2003. At that moment, the Lord reminded me that I belonged to Him. It was not an immediate transformation. However, Jesus began drawing me to Himself and gave me Hope in my heart.

My journey with Jesus is nothing short of miraculous. I’ve gone from being the worst of sinners to an abiding faith in Christ. I am another example of the saving grace of Jesus Christ, walking in a newness of life.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you,” declares the Lord…” (Jeremiah 29:11-14a)