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The Little Girl With The Want To:

“How could this be happening to me? God, I love you and have served you from the beginning. Yet, you allowed this to happen.” Lila could not understand how God could get the glory out of this pain. At one point, the pain became so hurtful that she thought about ending it all. One afternoon, she was sitting in her living room crying and she told God that if He did not help her, she would just kill herself. Her heart was broken and she felt like she just could not face life anymore. As she planned how to end it all, her baby girl laid her innocent little face on her lap and started singing, “You are my sunshine; my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You never know dear how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.” Instantly, Lila recognized God’s grace in the room. She knew God had come to help her and that she could not give up now.

At My Father’s Feet:

I have been blessed to sit under the leadership, teaching and mentoring of the honorable Bishop Claudie H. Wilkins for more than twenty years. It is an honor to be the vessel who compiles just some of the words of wisdom he has imparted into God’s flock through sermons and Bible study messages. Some of these penned words will be sweet and some bitter; but all of them will be truth and words to live by. Jesus said, “The words that I speak unto you, they are spirit and they are life” (John 6:63b).

1.  “When God places you in a situation, He has something He wants to bring out of your life and something He wants to put in. It’s called process.”
2. “A touch only deals with a feeling. Impartation deals with a lifetime of blessings. You can forget a touch, but you will never forget impartation.”
3. “He chose you for this test. Therefore, you are equipped. So, don’t look for anyone else to do it. Keep in mind that this light affliction is but for a moment. It is working for a far more exceeding weight of glory in your life!”

More Than A Conqueror:

Dazed by the dreaded news, my husband and I walked to the car. I felt like I had been kicked in my stomach. How was I supposed to tell my children that I had cancer? How was I going to tell my mom, my sisters, my coworkers? How was I supposed to work? There was no way I could be out of work for an extended period of time. We had bills to pay and I enjoyed going to work.

Many questions and concerns raced through my mind as we drove home. Then the floodgates opened and my tears rushed from my eyes.  I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I was terrified of the big “C”! For many, it had become a death sentence, one of suffering, pain and demise. I was afraid that God would not heal me; I was afraid that I had not caught it soon enough and literally when I had surgery, I would be told that it was too late and it was only a matter of time before I would die.