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After we made our way into the stadium (LP Field), and i made my way to the field itself, I just began to pray and cry out to God, and i gave Him complete permission to do in me whatever He wanted to do -- no holds barred. As i looked around the stadium, i wanted to call my Dad, because i seeing all those people there to honor God made me think of my Dad. My dad is a tender-hearted and sold-out to God man full of compassion and love. It blesses his heart to tears to see people love God will their whole hearts. After a few minutes, i finally decided to call my Dad and encourage him to try to get access to the video that was be played by God.Tv. (They're playing the whole day 2 more times by the way). And i began to weep because i knew how much it would bless my dad's heart to see this. --and then i started to correct myself a little, knowing that i should be concentrating on God, instead of Dad. But then something unexpected happened: the Holy Spirit began to minister to m...

Now, i'm going to flash forward to the very recent past so that i can tell about my experience at The Call Nashville (www.thecall.com) Follow that link for more information about what The Call is. Basically, it's a really really BIG prayer meeting that lasts all day long. It's not a party. It's a solemn assembly. The people who come are serious about seeking God. I've never been to any of The Calls before. I think this one was like the eighth...i'm not sure about that number. The focus of our prayers had a lot to do with the scripture that says, "If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from Heaven and forgive their sins and heal their land." (2nd Chronicles 7:14). I don't know if everyone is noticing it or not, but our country is becoming more and more depraved. But a lot of people want to call this liberality or freedom, but the truth is tha...

Ok, i know i said that i would tell you about the peas and the milk, but that story's going to have to wait a bit. Here's why. My mother's memory is distinctly better than my own, and i had forgotten when i had first met my aunts and uncle and grandma in Michigan. We went to Michigan for vacation a year -ish- before we moved there. And that's when i met my cousin, Robin. Robin is one year older than me, and we were like best friends the moment we met. For part of our trip, Mom, and Dad, and i, and Robin -- i can't remember if Robin's family stayed there or nearby-- stayed at Aunt Clara's house. This Aunt Clara is actually Great Aunt Clara. The distinction is important because there's my Aunt Clara who is my dad's sister, and then there's the Aunt Clara who is my dad's aunt and my grandmother's sister. Both of them are great, but only the older one gets to actually have it in her title of who she is. So anyway, Great Aunt Clara and ...

If you click on the link, you'll see a current map of the thriving metroplex of Fairview Michigan. Now, if you don't recall, you may also want to go to the archives of this blog and click on the blog labeled "Daddy." This will give you a little bit of background info on the city of Fairview, where my dad was born and raised. As i said, i was in the second grade when we moved to Michigan. It was really great because i got to meet a lot of my family that i had never met before. My grandma, two uncles, one aunt, and 2 great aunts lived there or a within a couple hours drive from us. And i had cousins and second cousins and third cousins....it was crazy! When i registered for school, i even found out that my TEACHER was my cousin! It was also very different because Fairview is a dairy farming town. And Dad's 2nd cousin, Ray, was a dairy farmer. So when we needed milk, we took 2 big one gallon glass jars, and we went to the farm, and we walked out to the pl...

Well, the time in Houston was really quite an adventure. I think it was the first time that my dad was the senior pastor of a church. At that time, we were affiliated with an organization called FGEA - Full Gospel Evangelistic Association. It's not a religion, just an association of full gospel churches. Anyway, Dad became the pastor of a church called Satsuma Chapel. When we first moved there, we lived in the parsonage, which was a well used mobile home. I'm not sure how long it had been since someone had lived there, but we didn't have bed frames at first, but we had three mattresses. Mom and Dad slept on one mattress, and i slept on the other two. The reason for that was to keep me higher off of the floor and further away from the rats and roaches. DISCLAIMER: I HAVE VERY GOOD AND VERY CLEAN PARENTS. THIS WAS A TEMPORARY SITUATION. CPS DID NOT NEED TO BE CALLED. Anyway, this was just us following God, and sometimes you have to trust God in less than favorable c...

This is me and my mom and dad. I'm actually not sure if this is in New Mexico, but i'm pretty sure it was. Aren't we cute!? This is me with my Morfar and Mormor when they came to visit. =) This is me all dressed up in my dad's hat/glasses/and boots. This is one of my faves. =) I don't remember much about New Mexico. I was pretty little. I think this was where/when my mom and dad started to get into the ministry. I remember that we didn't have much food (not from my memory but from what my dad told me), and that God would miraculously supply us with all of our needs. Isn't He good!

I got an email from my mom about some of the details that i apparently don't remember correctly. This is for those of you who are keeping a detailed timeline--and also for posterity's sake. When i was six months old, which would've been March 1976, we moved to Houston from Chicago. We stayed in Houston until i was two and then moved to Grants, New Mexico. Stayed there about a year and moved to Seattle, Washington. Then when i was 4 1/2 (which was 1980, not 1979, as i said in my original post), we moved back to Houston. My friend from Jamaica who i told you about was Kerry. She lived with her younger cousin Cathy and their grandmother. Good memories!