Personal Story
I grew up in a Sunday and Wednesday type of religious lifestyle. Only to child to a single mother who worked all the time to provide for me. When my mother died at the end of senior year in high school, I stopped the Sundays and the Wednesdays altogether. Effected by sexual abuse from a family friend and feelings of abandonment, I went full carnal mode diving into sex, drugs, and homelessness not desiring responsibility or accountability. After 6 years of homelessness and hitchhiking when I was in New Orleans in 2014, I headed towards Jackson Square where a group of people called me over. They prayed for me and rubbed my tired, beaten and hopeless shoulders, speaking of secret things only an intruder of my heart would know. I was convinced to give God a season in my life to explain Himself and to fix what I felt He had broken. I began a journey of healing with the help of God and gave my life publicly to Him in baptism on April 27 th 2014. In a time of desperation, not knowi...
