Ain’t got tired yet

As a young child at 10 years of age, a fire for God was planted in me at the words I heard preached by Bishop Sherrod C. Johnson. My father took us to a convention to hear him preach. At the end of that conference, I was baptized and received the Holy Ghost shortly thereafter. Even though my father took us away from the powerful word of God, His word continued to resonate in my soul.

Unknowingly, the zeal I had as a child went down to a low simmer to practically becoming an invisible flicker. Over time, I no longer had the gift of tongues, church just became routine, and my sister and I had a rift where we no longer spoke to each other for years. I felt alone. Then, one day, the Lord stepped in and reappeared in my life in Dallas, Texas. I was led to attend a bible study led by Apostle Anthonee. His words and wisdom touched me, and I could feel the fervor creep back into my bones. After the study, I reconciled my life and with my sister, at his instruction. That simmer in my soul became a raging fire at hearing the same gossip preached that I heard as a child from Bishop Johnson.

I can say with assurance this day, if my father, mother, sister or brother forsake me, the Lord will and did pick me up! My heart is fixed, and my mind is made up and I’m going on, even if I have to go alone.

Thank you Apostle Anthonee for reinvigorating my walk with God.