While growing up in the the streets of Brooklyn, NY, there was two types of power. There was street power, which was mostly the survival of the fittest; and influence power, which was learning how to influence others to do your bidding. Oh, one other thing: it paid to have a large family, full of big brothers and some manly sisters!
I was raised in a single-parent home. We didn't have a house, but we had a home. My mother was the leader of our home. I can remember her leaving instructions for me everywhere. She left our kitchenette to go to her place of employment--doing domestic work. I don't mean working for a company in the kitchen or a chain of hotels. She worked for a couple of individuals who were financially well off in Long Island, MY. She had to quit school when she was in the 10th grade to assist her brothers and sisters.
When my mother was 18 years of age, she married a man by the name Simon Luchie. There was the beginning of my conception; the doctors told my mother that she would never have any children, but eight years later I was born. When I was born, the doctors told my mother that I wouldn't make it. They had to place me in an oxygen tent for my survival. Keep in mind, that my mother prayed for years for a man child and He gave her me. Well, the Lord brought me through that crisis.
Later when I was two years of age, somehow I managed to fall in a well without any water. I still have the scar on my left leg to this day. Keep in mind what the doctors told my mother, "He shouldn't be here". But I realize that the Father God has a purpose for my life.
My journey to get where I am now, has been full of ups and downs...Good times and bad times...Laughter and sadness...times of obedience and of disobedience. Through it all, I know without a doubt that the Lord God had--and has--His hand on my life. Even in the midst of my disobedience, He kept me safe. By the way, unlike the children today, I was more afraid of my mother than the police!
I remember when I was about 12 years of age, I was pitching pennies against the wall across the street where I resided. The police officer who walked the beat spotted me. he didn't take me to jail, but he knew my mother. Well, he threatened to tell her if I didn't stop. That was all I needed to hear. Back then mostly all the police officers were Caucasian--white. And if you were black, your goose was cooked. But this police officer seemed different in some way. I have to give the credit to my Heavenly Father for showing mercy to me. By the way, I never saw that police officer again.
I was led to write this synopsis of myself by my Lord and Father. I am somewhat a private individual. I would like to share with you this thought: It is not the beginning of your life that counts, but it is the end results. Regardless of the mistakes or poor choices you have made, the Father God will see you through your purpose.
Constitutional Scriptures:
Proverbs 16:3 Commit your works to the Lord, and your thoughts will be established.
Proverbs 19:21 There are many plans in a man's heart, nevertheless the Lord's counsel, that will stand.
Matthew 6:33 But seek first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you.
I was raised in a single-parent home. We didn't have a house, but we had a home. My mother was the leader of our home. I can remember her leaving instructions for me everywhere. She left our kitchenette to go to her place of employment--doing domestic work. I don't mean working for a company in the kitchen or a chain of hotels. She worked for a couple of individuals who were financially well off in Long Island, MY. She had to quit school when she was in the 10th grade to assist her brothers and sisters.
When my mother was 18 years of age, she married a man by the name Simon Luchie. There was the beginning of my conception; the doctors told my mother that she would never have any children, but eight years later I was born. When I was born, the doctors told my mother that I wouldn't make it. They had to place me in an oxygen tent for my survival. Keep in mind, that my mother prayed for years for a man child and He gave her me. Well, the Lord brought me through that crisis.
Later when I was two years of age, somehow I managed to fall in a well without any water. I still have the scar on my left leg to this day. Keep in mind what the doctors told my mother, "He shouldn't be here". But I realize that the Father God has a purpose for my life.
My journey to get where I am now, has been full of ups and downs...Good times and bad times...Laughter and sadness...times of obedience and of disobedience. Through it all, I know without a doubt that the Lord God had--and has--His hand on my life. Even in the midst of my disobedience, He kept me safe. By the way, unlike the children today, I was more afraid of my mother than the police!
I remember when I was about 12 years of age, I was pitching pennies against the wall across the street where I resided. The police officer who walked the beat spotted me. he didn't take me to jail, but he knew my mother. Well, he threatened to tell her if I didn't stop. That was all I needed to hear. Back then mostly all the police officers were Caucasian--white. And if you were black, your goose was cooked. But this police officer seemed different in some way. I have to give the credit to my Heavenly Father for showing mercy to me. By the way, I never saw that police officer again.
I was led to write this synopsis of myself by my Lord and Father. I am somewhat a private individual. I would like to share with you this thought: It is not the beginning of your life that counts, but it is the end results. Regardless of the mistakes or poor choices you have made, the Father God will see you through your purpose.
Constitutional Scriptures:
Proverbs 16:3 Commit your works to the Lord, and your thoughts will be established.
Proverbs 19:21 There are many plans in a man's heart, nevertheless the Lord's counsel, that will stand.
Matthew 6:33 But seek first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you.
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