Where did it all begin? For me in 2009. I was the only one of my siblings living in Connecticut where our dad lived, and living a life of full time ministry since 2003. To date other than the birth of my very precious daughter and the years with her that followed, it is the most blessed time of my life. Oh how I loved what the LORD had given me to do with the broken hearted and societies outcasts. There was not one day I woke and wished I could take a break from what I was doing. I envisioned a life time of running hard and walking in the fire of GOD, preaching the gospel and helping others climb out of the darkest places as they received the LORD’s gift of salvation, but then. . . . my dad got sick.
In the blink of an eye, everything, just everything for the next ten years would drastically change.
I took it on, with the absolute belief that GOD’s grace would get me through it, and it did, as long as I was willing to receive it. And, yes, there were times as the months flew by that I thought how long could this possibly last? One of the first things I read was the opening chapter in a book my friend lent me on caretaking, and it would be the only chapter I read because what she said was something that the LORD would use very intensely in my life. It was written by a woman who spent many years caring for family members. She said right in the beginning of the book, “this will be a lifestyle that shows you just how selfish you are”. WOW! Hadn’t been a caretaker for all that long but those words shot an arrow right to my heart, because truer words could not have been spoken. I could see this as clear as I could see the nose on my face and boy of boy would the LORD use those words countless times in my heart of hearts as the years would begin to move forward.