I was born odd. I was a strange child. My grandmother was always praying over me. She was always rubbing me and praying over me.
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I was a very strange child.
As a child I prayed that my calling be revealed - but not with expectation and not with a destination. I became an artist because I didn't know what to do and I thought it was really fun to make things.
I knew all of the childhood prayers I uttered on my knees at the side of my bed. Many years of Sunday-school attendance had etched certain Psalms and rote prayers into the fibers of my brain. However, somewhere deep inside of me, I had the secret belief that I did not know how to pray, and that frightened me.
In all seriousness, it really should be difficult for me to be too strange. After all, a great family raised me.
I prayed every day of my life, and that was instilled in me as a kid, and as I've gotten older, that's just matured in me.
It's completely through prayer that I came to believe in God. I just sensed a presence south of my neck.
When I was little, my grandmother would take me to church with her, and she would introduce me to people.
I remember being a kid and praying in the hell of my house to have somebody love me and somebody that I could love.
As far back as I can remember, my mother would have me down by the bed at night with her, praying. I can still hear her voice calling my name to God and telling him that she wanted me to follow him in whatever he called me to do.
My mother and grandmother had me in church, and I was the kid that played in church. But pastor was telling me something totally different that there was a God. He knit me together in my mother's womb. He made me special. He wanted to have a personal relationship with me.
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