In 1994, a minister friend at church handed me some papers and said I needed to become credentialed. Become what? So much had led up to that moment.  So far I had ministered and taught at the local Nursing facility, a few prisons and the SALVATION ARMY, in St. Louis.  Unlike so many others in ministry, I was not brought up in church. I did not have dreams of becoming a preacher. I was brought up without any knowledge of Jesus or the power of His love. No one invited me to church.  In fact, no one ever invited me to church until I was 32 years old.

I had numerous issues as a young girl. I was keenly beyond measure. I grew up with emotional issues, including an inferiority complex introverted, with a feeling of worthlessness. I attended 13 schools in 12 years. We moved every year. I was not able to develop lasting, endearing relationships, because we relocated so often. I was uprooted over and over again. Thinking on that now, it almost reminds me of a crime family. Then, the event that haunted me for decades -- molestation. When I was around 5 years old I was sexually molested. That numbed me and caused me to withdraw into a type of shell. No one got me any counselling and no one invited us to church. Nothing changed. I guess the family decided to keep it quiet. I became more and more withdrawn.

I had an awesome and wonderful relationship with my Dad. My Mom treated me as any proud Mom would, when I was a baby. As I grew older that quickly changed. I never understood it and it became worse over the years. I actually wondered if she really was my Mother. I felt inferior at an early age and did not fit in anywhere. Every time a new friendship was formed, the devastation of moving sharply struck down my joy. Years later, I learned my Dad was somehow involved in high level security with the government. That explained a few things.

As the years rolled by I always felt so isolated and depression set in.  I was the victim of verbal and physical abuse. I remember lying in bed as a young teen, crying myself to sleep wondering -- “Is this what life is about? Is this all there is?” When I was in my early teens I had a friend who invited me to come and check it out her parent's liquor cabinet. Satan had a plan for my life. That plan was to kill, steal and destroy. The drinking be came habitual and lead to the illegal drug world of the 1970’s. They were so easy to acquire.

Living in Garland, Texas at the time, I flunked out my first driver’s exam. Something about I nearly plowed down a stop sign. I passed the exam the second time and my sweet Dad bought me a VW Bug from an uncle who lived in New Orleans. Shortly thereafter, my Mom announced out of blue, without any warning, that they were getting a divorce, and I was getting uprooted again.  This time it was the small town of Carlinville, Illinois to live "close to" Grandma . Life kept throwing me curve balls and I still had not heard about Jesus, at the age of 16. I had no clue my parents were not getting along.  How could that be?

I drove my awesome VW Bug all the way to central Illinois from Dallas, Texas. I didn’t know what a feat I had accomplished. I would complete my Junior year in Carlinville, it made the 13th school. The kids swarmed around the “new girl” and said they loved listening to me talk. I got in with the dope smokers real quick. There was some powerful marijuana delivered to that small farming community. I developed a crush on the “most handsome guy at school” and he wanted me with him all the time. We smoked pot and drank whatever we could get our hands on. We learned we could add different substances like cocaine to the pot and really cop a buzz. Soon, before I knew how, we became friends with older guys already out of school. Later I figured out that they were our suppliers. I never paid for any of it. Everything was free. I kept up in school and my boyfriend and I got married when I discovered I was pregnant. We finished school and started our family. Mom had a conniption fit and didn’t speak to me for 10 years.

Even with a baby on the way, the partying continued. We smoked pot, hashish, took acid, THC, PCP, LSD, Mescaline, Cocaine and every street drug available at the time. Those were foolish years. Numbing my mind with drugs and alcohol was the only way I knew to escape the pain and torment of my childhood. In 12 years of school, not one classmate ever uttered a word to me about Jesus. Then, in the 15 years after graduation , still no one ever had talked to me about the Lord. No one told me my life could be better. Church kids and their parents need educated in Christ-centered values.

In the meantime, my brother Frank had gotten in some big league trouble. He overdosed on THC and PCP and literally went berserk on the streets of Springfield, Illinois. He went on a murderous rampage with a claw hammer, killing 2 people and seriously injuring 5 others. This is when Mom really has a conniption fit. Frank had returned from Los Angeles after getting kicked out of the U.S. Navy. His plan was to start over in Illinois. It didn’t work. Running from our problems never works.

Frank was sentenced to 25 years in prison. While awaiting his trial something wondrous happened. A short little bible toting lady went to the County Jail and asked to visit Frank. When she stood before him looking up into the small glass window on the door of his cell, she said these words: “Frank, my name is Florence Dace and you murdered my husband.” She went on to say, “My husband was a good Christian man and a deacon at our church.” Then, she lifted up that big bible for him to see and lovingly said, “This was my husband’s bible. I suggest you read it and let the Lord change you.” Frank was basically speechless for the biggest part of the visit. Sister Dace’s final words to my brother were, “The bible says that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them that are called according to his purpose. (Rom. 8:28) I don’t know what good could possibly come heinous crime, unless you get saved and become a minister of the Gospel.” Frank said, “I’LL DO IT.” And, that’s exactly what he did.

He had accepted Christ as his Savior while in County jail. While in prison, my brother read that big bible. He read and studied and studied and prayed. He had plenty of time. He got involved in a bible study and got filled with the Holy Ghost. I continued my shenanigans, and Frank wrote me letters over the following 12 years. Finally, after 12 1/2 years in prison, he was released. He contacted me immediately. He was SO DIFFERENT! He had married right before his release and invited me to his home to stay over and to church. I had dreams about heaven each night I stayed at his house. Sunday he led me to Jesus, at the age of 32.

I was so inspired by my brother. I had NEVER been around anyone so happy. I knew if God could change Frank, he surely could change me! I cried unto God, “If you can take my messed up life and do something with it, I’m yours.” God immediately got to work on me. I got filled with the Holy Ghost immediately. Satan had a plan, but God’s plan trumped it! The Lord delivered me from all of my addictions and set me on fire for Him.

My favorite scripture became, If any man be in Christ he is a new creature. Old things are passed away, behold all things are become new. I could not get enough of Jesus, attending services, God’s people, or the Word -- I was a new creation! One day I noticed I wasn’t shy any more. I didn’t miss smoking dope or drinking.  I had no inclination to get stoned.  That was the old me. A hurricane couldn’t keep me home from church. I noticed I had a song in my heart every morning. It was awesome! All I was interested in was serving the Lord -- no matter what He had for me to do.

As Brother Smith handed the papers to me and said, “You know you’re called, don’t you?” I hadn't thought about it. No dreams. No visions.  No angelic visitations.  I certainly didn't come from a lineage of preachers. I was a still a young Christian. My life today is so drastically different, than the way it began.  The Lord has opened doors of ministry across the United States, in Europe, Africa, Asia, Mexico, Jamaica and Canada, to date.  I am presently scheduling crusades and meetings for 2019, should the Lord tarry! I bring an anointed, timely message from God, delivered with passion and fire. My thrust is Understanding Faith, the Voice of God and Being Led by the Spirit. God confirms His Word in every setting, according to Mark 16:20 And they went forth and preached everywhere, the Lord working with them, and confirming the Word with signs following. Presently, I am busier than ever communicating with Pastors, other Evangelists and Leaders from numerous Nations. If you are seeking a gifted and anointed speaker, you are at the right place. See ministry Endorsements.

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