My spiritual journey began 25 years ago. My late and beloved wife Ernestine had been sick due to various strokes and I was managing to work, care for her and our mentally challenged daughter Sarah. One day I walked past Ernestine's room and I heard her say "Father, Son, Holy Spirit". At that moment only God knows why, those words opened my eyes to God. I knew who He was, yet I did not know Him. That point in my life was the beginning of my "Fourth Day". The Lord later took my wife to be in His kingdom, but I rejoice saying that I had hope and faith in God even to the last day. The pain of witnessing my ill wife suffer for 10 years is still fresh in my bones, but the healing of my heart and soul is even greater than that feeling. 25 years have now past and our Lord has been good to me. I am not the man of yesterday. I acknowledge my faults and I am in awe to where the Lord has brought me. I would NEVER believe I would be where I am today. Alleluiah!
Brothers and Sisters,
A pen and paper is like a paint brush and canvas. Each word is a stroke of paint onto the canvas. With each word, the picture begins to form. Each picture has a different interpretation to those who lay eyes on it. Ask for guidance to reveal his personal message to you through the written word.
Do not hesitate to ask, knock and seek.
