I was born in a Christian family in Jamaica in the West Indies but departed from the faith in my final teen year to practice sinfulness. I realized the spiritual mistake I made in later years, and returned to God with renewed love and understanding of God’s principles. I am in again to remain by the power of God. The devil has tried to reclaim me but failed.
My being a part of the Seventh-day Adventist Church at first was my parents’ choice, now it’s mine from my own conviction, experiencing the love of God.
I am divorced with two adult children and two grandchildren. I fell in love with Jesus just before my second baptism in October 2003, but more deeply after baptism when more truths about him were revealed to me and my understanding of redemption’s story became clear. Previously I was blinded and had a block on the subject, which I could not bear to study. God certainly took care of this.
I grew in love, grace, and favor with God over the years, and developed much spiritual strength and closeness to God. The love of God is far deeper and stronger than mere mortal man can express.
I love Christianity, and with the help of God, practice it as much as is humanly possible. Since baptism, my goal has been to live a sin free life. I plan to be a Christian until it’s my time to depart from this world.
I was called by God shortly after my second baptism to write poems (among other things) about him and to share them with others.
I was inspired at nights or very early in the mornings by holy angels visiting my room, always singing facts about Jesus. At that time, I still had doubts in my mind about Jesus, which I did not share; only God knew my heart. The holy angels grounded my belief in Jesus as the Son of God. The holy angels taught me to write. They came when they thought it was necessary, and repeated messages about Jesus in tuneful lines and verses.
I rejected, not heeding, and they left, only to return seven years afterward. They sang to me repeatedly in my room very early in the mornings. I realized the importance of their visit and started writing. After I wrote and started sharing with others, the holy angels came no more with messages.
I now write out of abundant love and gratitude to God for selecting me to be inspired by him to write about him. I am not worthy by myself, but by the precious blood of Jesus that covers my transgressions.
I thank God for his special favor to me. I have done nothing to deserve this. Here I have risen to God’s desire, his call to service.