In Between

Chapter One

Because I grew up in a Christian home, with a father who was a pastor it was only natural for me to gravitate towards Christianity.

During my mother's pregnancy, her prayer for me was to grow up and be everything she wasn't and wanted to be. She spoke blessings and praises into my life. During her labour, I almost killed her, due to my weight (9 lbs 10 ozs) so an emergency cesarean section was done. After my delivery a lot of things happened to me. The biggest one being my dying.

As crazy as this may sound, I believe in the power of miracles and I believe that God works in mysterious ways. My parents had just gotten into a fight and my father took me into the room with him. He set me on the bed to go get something in the living room, and when he came back, my eyes were completely rolled back and I wasn't breathing. My grandmother ( God rest her soul) was living with us by then and when she heard what was going on. She along with my father begun  praying. I was never told how long I was out. All I know is that I came back to life.

After this a covenant was made concerning my life with God and ever since that day, it has never been the same. Looking back now, I realize that God kept me alive for a reason. I may not know why as yet, but he knows and I trust that.

Since then, the devils attacks on my life has not been easy. When God has something good in store for you, the devil will always find ways to stop you from getting your blessings and you must also be prepared for trouble. God works best in the midst of the storm. Although the bible talks about God dwelling in our praises, he works best in the storm. Why? Because in the storm, He gets to show you how great and mighty He is. He proves to you that He is indeed king of kings and Lord of lords. He shows you just how awesome he is and that's what I love about him.

As I grew up I begun to get involve on my church because I felt I had to, and part of me also wanted to show off. Being the outspoken and opinionated person that I am, I put that to good use by always talking and doing things in church. I was apart of weddings, helped MC'ed at church events and did many other things.

Because of this I felt entitled to many different opportunities that came along. In our church we had different section of the youth and children's ministry. Each child had to be at a certain age to enter the next section, and I remember that all my friends had gone I to the next section while I wasn't due to the fact that I was the youngest and they were all older than me. I cried and cried each Sunday until my teacher requested for me to go into the next section to be with my friends.

August 7 2006, I had just turned five, and my mother had thrown a huge party for me. The very next day, father left to fulfill his hidden agedas in disguise as a mission trip to Belize.  Although the church never gave him permission to go, because they figured out why he wanted to leave so badly, he still did it any way.  After all this, the situation with me going up to another section and many more occured.

A year later, I experienced my first ever encounter with God at junior camp. It was there I also fell in love with my first ever crush as crazy as that may seem.