Echoes of a once wounded but now restored heart...

When I first experienced the baptism of the Holy Spirit in 2000 I was still in high school and had so many prophecies spoken over my life by some prominent men and women of God at the many conferences and youth camps that I attended, I was so excited because I thought that everything that God had spoken to me would happen immediately. I was young, only in high school and already speaking in tongues and ready and raring to go. Little did I know that I would have to go through a process of preparation that would involve dying to my selfish dreams and ambition , When they prophecied that I would be an unshakeable woman of God I did not know that I’d be proven to be unshakeable through the amount of tragedy that I would face. I always found funeral cars terrifying especially the ones that carried the dead body but at the age of twenty I found myself riding in one to escort my little nephew’s body. I did not know that being unshakeable would result in finding myself in a mortuary/morgue a