At 8 years of age Jesus came to me in a dream.  He was a man in a white robe.  All I can remember is that this man was loving and compassionate.  Confused, I told my Mother about it and we talked with our minister.  He prayed with me. I asked Jesus to come into my heart, and I was baptized.  My childhood was unhappy.  Alcohol impacted us greatly.  My parents argued alot.  We attended church as a family only for short intervals.  My sister & I often went with our grandparents to church.  As teens we went with our friends.  I was a backslider.  I wanted a way out. Pregnant & married at 16, a mother at 17, my life took a different path.Â

Sin continued to affect me. I wanted to do the right thing.  I went to church.  I believed in the Gospel.  My marriage ended after 20 years by my choice.  Sex, alcohol, & drugs were the culprits.  I had an 8 year relationship which was emotionally & physically abusive.  I got out, sought counseling, and began attending a small church where my aunt and uncle served.  During this time I reached a point where I knew I had to do things God’s way, and I prayed for Jesus to help me.  He had been in my heart.  I had chosen to ignore Him.  Through my counseling, family, friends, church and precious pastor I was able to heal and by God’s grace I was forgiven.Â