A New Revelation Of Grace For A Pastor’s Daughter

As a pastor’s daughter, I was raised in church with a lot of responsibilities. The Lord blessed me with the ability to play the piano at age eight and from that point, I learned how important it was to serve and be a role model for every other child in the church.

As time progressed, I learned to be the role model as a teen, then young adult. When my father left the ministry under horrific conditions, I saw my parents go to pieces and thought that my world was over. It took years to come back to the church under my father’s ministry only to have my heart broken once again.

This time, it affected my four sons and my husband. It has been many years and the thought of what I believed was God’s purpose on earth for me was all over, and my pain and guilt kept me in the corner. The guilt continued when my youngest son aged 17 went back to church completely on his own. I continued to lick my wounds and felt like no one cared about me.

My health was at risk, my marriage was just plain sad and our family felt like the sweetness was going to end. The only thing that kept me going was that I loved the Lord and constantly talked with Him. But it felt like I was not being heard. I felt like a bad child being punished.

Long story short, I asked the Lord several weeks ago what my purpose was since I didn’t want to go to church anymore. I told the Lord that if He would place the desire to attend church and take care of some of my issues, I would go back.

I was making my bed one morning when the television was on and the preaching of God’s Word caught my attention. As Pastor Prince spoke about the law as the ministry of death, I remembered him saying, “If you are experiencing health issues, it could possibly be that you are under the ministry of death.” I couldn’t believe my ears! How could a Christian like me who loves the Lord with all her heart not understand this principle?

Day after day, I yearned for 6:30am, just to hear how very much I was loved by God with no conditions. A concept ingrained in me for 45 years. Even as I type, the tears of joy, renewal, refreshing are almost more that I can bear. Every message is setting me free. My life has hope and meaning. I now have something to offer again.

As a mother of four sons, soon to be grandma, and wife of 29 years, I realized that God is not done with me. Praise God for the message that is preached through the television—a message of hope, the understanding of law and grace, supply and demand. It is as if my eyes needed the help of glasses and now I have progressive lenses. How sweet God’s Word is. Blessings to each of your staff and those who support this vital and important ministry.