My Life of the daughter
Well, The day I was born was the time my dad was called to preach. Me and my mom wasnt doing so good in the hospital, and they had give him no hope with us. he had 3 other children at home, he said the lord had been dealing with him to preach, but he just didnt do it. when the dr came out an told him there was no hope for me or mom, he left the hospital, went home and got on his knees and cried out to god...He told me he wept for hours, and prayed an ask god if he would spare us and spare mom to help him raise the kids he would preach the rest of his life for him...well, long story short,,,he went back to hospital and we had pulled out of it and was doing great, so on Nov, 2 1961 my dad started preaching, and preached until his death in 1988...I am so blessed to be called a preachers kid, an knowing that my dads prayers are why im here today. I dont no what god has in store for me or any of us as Kids and grandkids, but I sure know daddys prayers is what has brought us through....