For a long time I didn’t know how important peace was in my life. Over the past couple of years it has been a struggle to keep peace as a priority in my life. When I moved to Dallas a few years ago I realized that peace is priceless. There is no price tag for peace.

Life is a series of rock bottoms in my opinion. My personal rock bottom experience that stands in particular a few years back, a bit embarrassing but here we are. I was on my way to get my hair done or so I thought. I gathered my keys, belongings, started walking to my car that was no longer there. Why you ask? Oh it was repossessed. Looking up and down the block my heart sank realizing my car was gone. Nah, for real like GONE! I walked back in the house with no tears to cry, called my daddy.

I grew up in somewhat of a strict Pentecostal household. My father has been preaching and pastoring over 30 years. From my mother’s womb all I knew was church and church conventions. Once my father started his church every time those doors opened, we were there. The services were too many to count. It was the Tuesday night prayer service that stands out in my mind most. Grabbing that prayer pillow to kneel during prayer is my fondest memory. I felt a sense of comfort and peace being surrounded by the prayers of my parents and the church members.