I was raised in a christian home and in church. Both of my parents were part time staff at our church, my dad was the music director and my mom was pianist and church secretary. So when I say I was raised in church, there are times i was literally at church all week. I received Christ at the early age of nine. Our church was having a series of revival services and I felt the leading of the spirit to go forward when the response time was offered. I did not go at first, but told my mom, and she in turn told my dad. After lunch that day, my dad took me into his room, talked with me about Christ and what it meant to accept Him as my Lord and Savior, and encouraged me to make my decision public at the next service. So I did.
Things started out smooth enough and life went on. As I entered into High School, I was met with all kinds of temptations and resistance to living out my faith. Besides all the temptations at school to fit in, I had a major event that rocked my faith in my junior year. My mom was diagnosed with a type of cancer. When diagnosed, there were very few cases of her particular kind and they did not really call it cancer at the time. That was the beginning of a long process of surgeries and treatments for our family. The first round with this cancer was a tumor on the brain and ended after surgery and radiation treatments. Later on, the cancer reappeared on her spine. That also ended after radiation. Finally, in my junior year of college, it reappeared for a third and final time in an inoperable area and eventually ended her life. This challenged my belief system to the point where I actually questioned if God actually exists. Since that experience, God has proven himself to me over and over. Eventually, I was able to fulfill God call on my life to enter into full time Christian service and have had the opportunity to pour life into many here in the Charlotte area and around the world.