I began singing in a small church in Jamaica, W.I. at age 5. I migrated to America when I was 11 years old. Everything about America was an adjustment except my comfort with singing about God to my church family. My Father instilled in me that singing was a gift and should never be taken for granted. He instilled in me that the selection of a song is crucial because I needed to understand and believe the words that I sang. I needed to be able to minister the song to myself before I ministered to anyone else. It has always been my desire that every time God gives me the opportunity to minister, self be removed completely and the Holy Spirit move.
There are brief moments when I wonder why God gave me this gift; I feel so unworthy. But then I think about Christ dying on the cross, knowing that if it was for one sinner, me, He would have still died. How valuable is my life and how valuable is this gift! He has a plan for me, He has a purpose for me; therefore, He has a purpose for this gift and I'm reminded of His Word, “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and future.” Jeremiah 29:11. It doesn’t matter what kind of day I’m having, opening my mouth and singing, "I need thee, Oh, I need thee; Every hour I need thee; Oh bless me now my Savior, I come to Thee," puts everything about this crazy life into perspective.
