My mother died when I was seven years old. We were a very poor family, living on a farm in the small town of Lithonia, Georgia. I was the youngest of seven children and missed my mother dearly. My sister, Nita, only 13 at the time, became "mother" to my nine-year-old brother, Alfred, and me. The older siblings had already left home for marriage or military service. Then, when I was in the fifth grade, the three of us went to Tallulah Falls School , a boarding school in the North Georgia mountains.

My high school years were at another boarding school in the North Georgia mountains, Rabun Gap Nacoochee School (RGNS). It was there that I received a music scholarship. What a blessing! At every free moment, I could be found at the piano, practicing my lessons, and always ending up playing the hymns that I loved. (By then, I was playing with ten fingers.)

It was also at RGNS that I accepted the Lord Jesus Christ into my heart. And, it was only then that the pain of losing my mother began to subside. I now realized that I had a Heavenly Father who loved and cared for me and would never leave nor forsake me. And, just knowing that my mother was with Him gave me great comfort. It was as if when I prayed, not only the Lord heard my prayers ... my mother did, too. That may not be scripturally sound but it helped a broken-hearted little girl to cope with the loss of her mother.

I still play the piano every day. But, now I have a beautiful grand piano ... a precious gift from the Lord. Sometimes I play classical or popular music but I always end up playing the same old sacred and gospel hymns that I learned as a child.

Through all these years, I have served the Lord in different ways ... as Church or Sunday School pianist ... choir member ... weekly prayer meetings in my home ... desktop publishing and secretarial assistance, etc. And, now, He has given me this web site as a ministry. I don't know what He will have me to do next but, whatever it is, I know that I will say, "Yes, Lord, Yes!"

I could go on and on about a lifetime of experiences but my most important experience ever was accepting Jesus into my heart. I have lived in His presence every day since I invited Him into my heart. No matter what kind of problems I have gone through, He has never forsaken me. And, He never will. Praise His Holy Name!