My Personal Journey

I wrote many prayers and songs when my youngest son was stricken with a debilitating illness. I was in a state of shock, fear, and disbelief. Growing up, all three of my sons were your normal, intelligent, talented young men. At the age of twenty-one my son became ill, and I became desperate. My oldest son was the keeper of my soul! I cried out to God night and day because I was terrified about my sons future. I have no memory of when I began to write what I was saying to God because there were so many words and tears coming out of me. My heart was in complete control, and so was the Holy Spirit! My son is 90 percent recovered from his illness. To God be the glory.