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I have been brought up in church all my life.  I came from a long line of gospel singers.  I have always had a passion for God.  I can't take any credit for that, it was in me as a small child.  I can remember standing in front of a mirror with a hair brush in my hand using the hair brush as a microphone.  Looking at myself in the mirror, holding the microphone (hair brush) and singing my heart out.  I can remember having church in my Mom's garage with all the kids in the neighborhood telling them they needed God!  I guess I was the John the Baptist in my neighborhood.

I am the oldest of six girls and was raised by a single parent-my mother.  I had more responsibilities because I was the oldest.  I felt sorry for my Mom.  Many nights I saw her cry.  But, she tried to keep it from us.  She made bad choices in men.  Seeing her hurt, I always wanted to be loved by a man, never wanting to feel the hurt like my Mom had felt.  Growing up I would pray to God that He would send me a man that loved me ore than he loved himself, wanting for a man that would be into me.  But, it was always the other way around.  I was following in my mother's footsteps for sure.

Seeing all the hurt my Mom went through.  Man after man lied to her.  How lonely she was year after year.  I didn't want to be like her.  But, I found myself also making bad choices and looking for love in all the wrong places.  I use to think something was wrong with me, but, now I see that I didn't wait on God.  He had the perfect plan for my life.  I was always trying to help Him out.  Not knowing He wanted to be in every aspect of my life, even my relationships.  But, it took my heart being broken in a thousand pieces and being alone with the burden of raising my children alone.  In my wildest dreams, I never thought my life would have turned out so ugly and so lonely.

After I exhausted everything I could do on my own, I found myself having to rely solely on God to take the enormous hurt away that burdened my heart beyond any words I could describe.  That is when I began to find out I had someone who really did love me!  I began writing songs from my heart to God, even in my hurt.  As I began to fall in love with God, the healing process started.  One day it just didn't hurt any more.  I could remember the hurt but I couldn't feel the pain any longer.  I felt pretty again.  I felt loved for the first time in my life.  I had a new life full of love.  What a life I have now!