I am a sinner. I was this. I was that. I was cracked out. I always loved the Lord, even coming up as a child I served Him and worshiped and paid tithes. I just had one foot in and one foot out, it’s not the way to get to heaven. I am a mother. I was not a good mother. I loved the streets. I wanted to have my cake and eat it, too. I wanted to be lukewarm; the Lord said no way, it’s not happening. The Lord never left me nor forsook me.
I lost my wonderful mother while I was in prison. That didn’t slow me down. I went to prison eight times; that didn’t slow me down. I was homeless; that didn’t slow me down. I had no other friends than Jesus; that didn’t slow me down. I didn’t care about nothing but crack, but today I want a better way. I want to be in Jesus arms 100 percent, like He loves, I want to feel the Lord and experience in full without any crack, without having to come to jail to hear his voice. Pray for me; I’m preparing to get out.