The year I began 8th grade, I was diagnosed with Aseptic Necrosis, a clean gangrene.  There was a half-dollar size hole in the bone under the 3rd toe of my right foot. The doctor told my parents I’d be in a cast for a year, then within a year I’d be in a wheelchair and would never walk again. He obviously didn’t know the God I serve. I wore that cast just 13 weeks even marched in the flag corps during my 8th grade year with that thing! A few years ago I had some x-rays taken of my foot and the doctor asked me when I’d had the bone graft done. You can see it on the films! What a God! I just told him God’s the one that had done that and He’d have to ask Him.

There have been many times just like that in my life when God has moved. Miracle after miracle. Oh, how He’s blessed me and kept me in His hands. How He’s blessed my family!

Born February 3rd, in Winter Haven, Florida, I was a life-long resident of Florida until moving to East Tennessee in late 2000. I’d fallen in love with Tennessee a number of years ago while performing on a local cable station in Nashville. At that time I didn’t know how God would bring me back, only that He would. In between, He began to use me through singing. My family and I had a local group and traveled the state of Florida, and often went into the prisons to minister. Wherever God would lead is where we went. The same is true now, wherever He leads is where I go. Why?  Because I know that when He’s leading then there is a soul that needs ministering too, and I know that if I’m obedient that souls will be saved and lives will be changed. It’s never about me, it’s always about Jesus. Without Him I am nothing, and if you don’t know me you really haven’t lost anything. But my friend, truly if you don’t know Jesus you’ve lost everything.