My journey has been one of nothing short of a miracle filled with God's mercy and grace. I was baptized and filled with the Holy Ghost in 1978 at the First Pentecost Church in Tucker, Arkansas. My life was a life of using and selling drugs and drifting to and from the Lord. I was raised in the Pentecostal church, I knew and saw the power of God in our family, but yet that wasn't enough to keep me steadfast in the Lord. I always felt that the Lord had a calling upon my life. I saw myself running away from the things of God. I sanked so far away that I tried countless things to try and suppress the knowledge of what would happen to me if I died outside the will and purpose of God. The grace of God is so powerful that when I was at my seemingly end, God sent a woman (my future wife) into my life that I hadn't seen in about five years. At the time, I was away from the Lord, down to nothing. I had lost everything. My mother would later tell me she thought that I didn't want anything out of life and that I would not amount to anything. My mother would tell me of the countless times that she couldn't sleep. She would stay awake until she heard my car drive in the driveway. She said that she would be waiting for the phone to ring anytime for someone to tell her they had found me dead, or that someone had killed me. But that young lady that God laid me on her heart to call, after five years of being away from each other, invited me to church. God began to deal with her concerning me. My life began to take a turn for the better. We got married. I accepted my calling into the ministry.