In the Beginning

It was a cool fall day in October of 1991, when I first met Darryl. I had just returned from Germany after serving a two year tour, of which six months was served in Saudi Arabia Operation Desert Storm. Though I had not accepted Christ at the time, I felt a need and an urgency to find a church home in the area that I was living at the time. I had just been assigned to Ft Benning, located in Columbus, GA.

I had been separate from my three year old daughter, Brittanie, for two years and missed her dearly. I was eager to get my affairs in order so that I could go to North Carolina to get her where she had been living with my mother while I was away. Sometimes, just thinking about it gave me great anxiety, wondering if she would remember me. What had my mother told her about me? At that time in my life, my mother and I had a strained relationship.

On this particular day, none of that really mattered to me. I had a desire to find a church home so that I could establish a more stable life for my daughter. After I drove past several churches in the area, I stopped at Friendship Baptist on Buena Vista Road. I was disappointed that the doors were locked and no one appeared to be around on a Saturday afternoon.

Though it had been years since I attended church, I always thought that churches held outreach activities and choir rehersals on Saturdays.

So, I got back in my little silver Nissan Sentra and continued on up the the street to where a very large church caught my eye immediately. The sign out front read Cathedral of Prayer Church of God in Christ.

I drove into the parking lot. I sat there for a minute trying to decide if I really wanted to do this.

Yes, I did.

Even though I had not yet accepted Christ, I had a strong desire and a sense of urgency to find a church to attend on Sunday.

I noticed a group of people in the parking lot near the back door. I also noticed two men that were talking and appeared to be having a very intense conversation. Nonetheless, I decided to approach the men because the were a lot closer to my car.

As I approached, the younger man started toward me as the older gentleman went back into the church. He greeted me with a broad smile and introduced himself as Darryl Foster. I returned his greeting in like kind and explained that I had just moved into the neighborhood and was looking for a church to attend on Sunday. After he gave me the days and times of services, I thanked him and left.

Darryl appeared to be a really nice guy. But I could not help but be preoccupied with the crisp white shirt that appeared to be too tight around his neck all topped off with a black bow tie. He definitely had his own sense of style. But why so formal on a Saturday afternoon?

I returned the next day for Sunday service as I promised Darryl that I would. When I arrived at church, service had just begun. I felt like all eyes were on me as I strolled down what seemed to be an endless aisle in my long red coat and rose colored glasses. That walk down the aisle would foreshadow things to come. Almost that same time the next year, I would once again walk down that aisle as a new bride.

I didn’t stop until I found a seat on the second row. What was I thinking to sit so close to the front on my first Sunday there?

The service was beautiful and I enjoyed every moment. But then the strangest thing happened.

At one point during the “testimony service”, a tall striking woman named Mother McGruder took the microphone. When she spoke, I was startled and terrified because she pointed her finger and spoke directly to me.

“Young lady, stand up!”, she commanded. “There is something special about you. God is going to use you one day.”

With that, she came to where I as standing, grabbed and hugged me so tightly, that I was sure I could see Jesus! I was terrified, embarrassed, and curious all at once.

I left church that day, and decided I wasn’t going back. I didn’t realize church folk were so weird. Had I been out of church that long?

Several months went by and I had not returned to church. But I continued to enjoy the night life that I had grown accustomed to since joining the military. The partying, drinking, menm, and hitting my favorite jazz club, “Benjamin’s”, every night after work. Even in the midst of all the attention my looks got me from single men, married men, and high ranking officers, there was a deep longing in me to be loved like I knew no other man could love me.

Yes, I knew who “He” was, but I was not ready to answer him yet.

During my tour at Ft. Benning, I enrolled in evening classes at a local university. One night I called my favorite partying girlfriend and asked her to join me at one of our favorite clubs for
Ladies’ Night after my class. Even though I was flat broke, I knew we could get in free that night.

And to get all the free drinks I wanted, I would wear my tiny black dress.

But a headache developed and seemed to grow more intense by the moment. Nonetheless, after my evening class, I hurried to my car.

Excitement filled me as I thought about the possibilities the night would bring. I had grown a little bored with my current boyfriend and was eager to find a replacement.

I made my way through traffic and started to approach my neighborhood, but immediately noticed the church I had visited a couple months earlier. What happened next, I would have not beleived had I not experience it for myself.

A voice spoke to me and told me to go to that church.

“Okay, am I crazy or what?”

Maybe my headached had progressed to the point that I was hearing things that were not really there.

At the time I was thinking that if I could just make it to my apartment and take some Tylenol, I would be just fine.

As I continued to drive past the church, I heard the voice again, and this time I knew I was not hearing things.

I knew who He was. But was I ready to answer Him?

The more I drove on, the more intense this moment became for me. He was tugging at my heart. This man Jesus was pursuing me with a passion.

I did not want to fight it anymore. At the next light, I made a u-turn and turned into the church parking lot.

It was a Wednesday night and they were having bible study. It did not dawn on me until I got out of the car that I was still wearing my Army fatiques.

By that time, I noticed a man approaching me. It turned out to be Darryl, once again. I later thought, what a strange coincidence that he was the first person I made contact with the first couple of times I came to church.

He assured me that I was dressed okay. This was a military town and the church members would sometimes wear their uniforms to church.

I went inside and found a place somewhere in the middle. I felt a peace that I had not felt before. I also bega to wonder how I was going to explain to my friend why I did not show up at the club and it did not dawn on me til that moment that my excruciating headache had disappeared.

Somehow, I knew that after that night, I would never be the same.

After bible study was over, I made my way to the front to introduce myself to the pastor’s wife. She taught bible study that night and it really spoke to what I was dealing with in my life at that time. But I still was not ready to answer the call of the One who was pursuing like a lover would someone he could not have.

My First Love

I promised First Lady Rodgers that I would attend service one Sunday.

Well, Sunday had arrived and I was filled with anticipation of what the day would hold for me. I felt my heart would burst as soon as I walked through the church doors. I had already made up in my mind that I would answer the call of the Lover of my soul.

The songs of praise rang out. The preacher preached. My heart was fixed an my mind was made up. I was tired of looking for love in all the wrong places and faces. I needed a man that would not make empty promises to me, hurt or deceive me. That man was Jesus.

“Yes, Jesus I hear you calling my name and I say yes to you. I’m completely yours.”

I made my way to the alter, and there I knelt and surrendered my life to God. All the things in my past that I was not proud of flashed before me. I felt His presence. He did wash me white as snow that day.

The magnitude of what had happened that day did not hit me until the next day.

I went to Benjamin’s as usual, after work that evening. I showered and dressed in my most provocative outfit and headed to Benjamin’s.

When I arrived, I found my usual seat at the bar beckoning to me. As I slid onto the bar stool, I was mindful of the hungry eyes that were watching me. I ordered my usual Hennesey with no ice and Michelob beer.

As I lit my cigarette, I quickly surveyed the room for familiar faces.

Like I’d done so many times before, I took a long draw on my cigarette, but this time I suddenly felt as if someone had just dumped a pile of dirt into my mouth. I took a drink and now it seemed my Hennessey had lost its sweet poignant flavor. I looked up and noticed the bartender starring at me. He asked if everything was okay. I said yes, but that I had to leave. I could not explain what had come over me.

Goodbye Benjamin’s. I knew I would not be coming back through those doors again. I knew then and there that God had delivered me from years of alcohol abuse and now even the sight of cigarettes made me ill.

Not only did I no longer have the desire to drink or smoke, but my body would no longer be the vehicle to fulfill sexual lust, but I wanted to save myself for the man that would be my husband.

Even after years of sexual promiscuity and two pregnancies (one of which ended in miscarriage at the age of 16), I knew that God had cleansed me and I committed to celibacy until marriage.

And so I started my new journey with God, and it wasn’t long before I became very involved in church and even became a member shortly after receiving Christ. It was also around that same time that I really began to notice Darryl. He was very active in church. He played the organ, sang in the choir, taught Sunday School, and seemed to be really close to the pastor. In my eyes, he became the perfect dream man any woman would be blessed to have as a her husband.

Darryl was very attractive to me, with strong features. Bless God for his wonderful creations!

Everyone in church geniunely seemed to enjoy being around Darryl. The ladies would giggle at his silly jokes and the strange faces he made.

I was not surprised when it was announced one Sunday that Darryl would be preaching his first sermon. I knew there was something different about him. Darryl always carried himself in a distinguished manner, though he enjoyed having fun and being silly at times.

Though Darryl was very pleasant towards me when I first joined church, he pretty much stayed away from me. Whenever I saw him he was always doing something or on his way to do something. I was beginning to wonder if he ever sat still.

I was not initially attracted to Darryl because he was not the type of man I had previously dated. He was a Christian and I had never been around Christian men before and I did not know what to expect.

I really was not looking t get into any relationship that would cause me to break my vow of celibacy that I made to God. Now I was finally getting my act together and I would soon be reunited with my daughter and that was all that mattered to me at the time.

I remember the first time I heard Darryl preach. He sounded like he had been preaching all his life. He really impressed me with his knowledge of the bible.

Who was I kidding? I would have been impressed if he preached a sermon about rice krispies.

After service that day, the church held a dinner at the church to celebrate Darryl becoming a minister. I made my famous punch bowl cake, which I knew would be sure to get his attention. I realized that I was really developing a strong attraction towards Darryl when I used my access to military personnel files to locate him in the Army data base. At the time, all I needed to know was his first and last name and his general location and the computer gave me all the information I needed.

When I finally located the unit he was assigned to, I called him. Of course he was quite surprised to hear from me though he seemed to welcome the phone call. I explained to him that I was calling to congratulate him on preaching his first sermon and that I thoroughly enjoyed it.

I know what you are thinking!

“Girl, you chased that man down!”

Well, I don’t see it that way. I simply gave hime a little help and permission to pursue me! : )

We did not talk long since we were both at work so he asked for my number and told me he would call me later that evening. Mission accomplished!

Darryl was a man of his word. He called me later that evening. We talked about our military experience, family, church, etc. We must have talked about everything there was possible to talk about. We talked till four the next morning and still neither of us seemed to want to be the first to say good bye.

The conversation stayed light and noncommittal and we became fast friends.

As I got to know some of the people that I attended church with, I didnot feel the lonliness I initially thought I would feel when I stopped hanging with the old party crowd. For the most part, everyone was very loving.

One of the young ladies there, a military wife, and I became very good friends. She was a sweet young lady. Aretha and I were close in age.

Even though she was married, she did not mind me hanging around and spending time with her. It was not long before she picked up on the fact that I had a strong crush on Darryl.

Although Darryl and I talked regularly on the phone, we did not spend time together right away. I respected the fact that he was a minister and I would not want to damage his reputation.

Darryl and I also shared a mutual friendship with Kelly and Charlotta Poree. They were a young married couple slightly younger than we were. I enjoyed spending time with Charlotta. She was fun to be around and I had never met anyone that always smiled and laughed. I just did not think it was possible. I enjoyed discussing Darryl with her. She was always my listening ear as I would go on and on about how Darryl did not seem to show any real interest in me beyond just being a friend,

Even though she let on that she knew things that I didn’t know about how Darryl really felt about me, she would never go into details. She had promised her husband she would not disclose any information. That did give me a little glimmer of hope.

You really have to understand that I had basically denounced all of my previous male friends and acquaintances when I accepted Christ. Some nights I would get so lonely for someone to hold me and make me feel loved and wanted.

It was always during the weak moments that I would hear from one of those really fine brothas that I thought had dropped off the face of the earth. They would call me and tell me how much they really missed me and ask if they could drop by just to talk.

Even in my weakest moments, I would never let them visit because I knew that once I did, I would not be able to resist.

I was not interested in getting trapped back into a life style of sin. I made a vow of celibacy until my wedding night.

My main focus was getting my house in order so that I could finally be reunited with my daughter, Brittanie, who was now almost 3 years old.

I will never forget the day I was finally reunited with her. She was such a big girl. Not the same little baby I left behind when I left for Germany.

I was excited to get her home and introduce her to my church family, especially Darryl. She was such a cutie pie and everyone adored her.

One day Darryl dropped by unannounced. He had been shopping and had bought be two outfits. I could not remember anyone ever doing anything like that for me in life. I was speechless. We also went on our first REAL date. He took me to a very classy, upscale Chinese restaurant and afterwards we went for a long walk in the park.

It was almost sunset when he suddenly took my hand and pulled me close to him. We stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed an eternity. The he kissed me with those perfect lips for the first time. I thought I would just melt like ice cream on a summer day.

Had it been that long since I’d been kissed? It was teh sweetest kiss I ever had. It was not a “let’s have sex” kiss, but rather it was a “I love you” kiss.

Darryl began to spend more and more time with Brittanie. He would often come get her and take her for rides. We would go on weekend outings to the park and even drive to Atlanta for a trip to the zoo. We were becoming one big happy family.

One day Darryl announced out of the blue that he would be going to Dallas for six weeks to train with American Airlines because he had just been hired as a customer service agent. Darryl had recently gotten out of the military after serving 11 years. He told me that while he was away, he wanted me to take care of his car and that I could drive it.

Well, you could imagine the look of some of the sisters’ faces at church when they saw me drive in the parking lot one day in Darryl’s car. Even at htis point we were not very public about our relationship though we were not necessarily trying to hide it either.

We were both very private people and we did not want everybody in our business. Though I knew at this point our relationship was leading up up to something permanent, I did not want to assume anything. I had been hurt badly years before by Brittanie’s father and even after all that time, I had not quite recovered from that. I was not quite ready to totally let down my guard.

While Darryl was away, we did not talk much. We did exchange letters a few times. Sometimes I would just sit in his car just to feel close to him.

When Darryl returned from Texas in August of 1992, he did not waste any time reconnecting with me. He told me that he wanted to come see me that Friday night after choir rehersal. I prepared a special dinner and got a sitter for Brittanie that night.

Eight O’ clock rolled around and Darryl had not arrived. Nine, ten….

By now, the food was cold and I was not interested in trying to keep it warm. Somewhere close to 11 pm, I heard a knock at the door. It was Darryl and he was winded and sweaty. He kept apologizing for being late. I could not be mad with him, because by now I was head over heals in love. I decided to warm dinner, although neither one of use had an appetite. We played with our food and talked. For some unknown reason Darryl was very nervous. He insisted that he was okay. His next works shocked me.

“Dee, I love you very much. There are some things in my past that I am not very proud of. I would not want you to find out anything about me on the street that I had not already told you. Before I got saved, I was involved exclusively in male relationships.”

It seemed as it took an eterinity for him to get it out. For a moment I was not sure if I undertood what he was saying. Then it dawned on me that he had been a homosexual.

At that moment my mind flashed back to the scene in my living room almost a year earlier before I accepted Christ. I was sitting on my sofa watching a special about an actress who played Rose on “227″, a popular sitcom at that time.

She had married the actor that played the alien in the movie Predator. Well, she told her story of how she had married him and that he had been a homosexual but later died of AIDS. I remember speaking out loud that day to myself.

“She must be out of her mind! I would never marry someone like that. I don’t care if he did say he had changed!” Besides, I did not think it was possible.

Well, now here I was sitting on that same sofa. And the man I love is sitting in my living room telling me he used to be a homosexual. Everything he told me challenged my entire belief system of what I thought about gay men. I personally had nothing against them. I just never thought of the idea of anybody changing from that lifestyle. I could almost hear Satan mocking me. “So watcha gonna do.?”

There is an old adage “You should always let your words be sweet, for you never know when you must eat them!”

I looked at Darryl and said, “If God forgave you, then so do I.” It did not matter to me. I was a different Dee than I was a year earlier. All that mattered to me was the man that he had become, not the man that he had once been.

After we that conversation, we did not talk much. I was just glad to see him again and just wanted to enjoy the moment. It was a little after midnight when suddenly, without warning, Darryl slid to the floor onto one knee. He looked up into my eyes while I nervously watched him fumble with whatever it was in his sock. Finally, he got his pants let up and pulled a small square box from his sock.

By now my mind was racing as he opened the box to reveal an exquisite diamond ring. Then, the question came “Dee will you marry me?” Before he could get the sentence finished, I said YEEEESSS!

Darryl grabbed me and kissed me hard, not like the sweet kiss before. He grabbed my hand and we both ran out the door, stood in the middle of the parking lot while he shouted to the top of his lungs, “She said yes, she said yes!!!”

The next day I was a woman on a natural high. I couldn’t believe that I was finally getting married. Surely, God had smiled on me.

Though our plans progressed, everyone it seems wasn’t happy for our news. Some of the behind-the-scenes turmoil threatened to tear us apart before we could even unite. But just like in the movies, love always prevails and we were married on a beautiful fall day on October 24, 1992.

We struggle to love … and learn

While I believe that most people enter into marriage with false expectations of what marriage should be like and how their spouse should relate to them. I did not think it to be unreasonable to expect my husband to shower me with affection and express himself physically to me on a regular basis.

It seemed as though our honeymoon was over before it really began. Darryl seemed to lose interest in me in less than a month of us being married. I knew that he loved me and we were not having any major problems that I could think of. Bt when it was time to go to bed, he turned into a totally different person.

Our wedding day and even our wedding night was everything I imagined it would me. Darryl was everything that I wanted. But his passion for me did not extend beyond the first weeks of our marriage.

I was not long afterwards that I found out I was pregnant with our first son. Darryl was overjoyed about being a new daddy. Of course he was already a daddy, because he treated Brittanie like she was his own flesh and blood. But this was special for him. He had once shared the story with me about a conversation he had with God while he was in the desert.

He told God that if He restored his true nature, that he wanted three sons to carry on his name. God had promised him that he would do just that.

This pregnancy was a very difficult pregnancy for me. By the time I was in my sixth month, I was in the hospital almost every week with preterm labor. This was mainly due to a lack of nutrition.

I got out of the military shortly after getting married. I was sure I would have no problem finding a job. However, whenever a potential employer found out I was pregnant, they would always call me back and tell me that I as over qualified or that they were no longer going to fill the position. Eventually, we fell on hard times and lost our home.

Our first son, Philip was born in August 1993. After I was back on my feet, I got a job working as a receptionist at an employment agency and eventually an even better jobn as a flight attendant.

While our financial situation slowly began to improve, our marriage was slowly on a downward spiral towards disaster. Darryl and I were seldom intimate and when we were it was only after we had to argue about it and somehow it was just not the same knowing his heart was not in it.

At this point, two years into my spiritual life, I had yet to understand the healing process that needs to take place as the result of damage from a sinful life. I don’t know if I was even aware that there was a “healing” process.

And I had yet to acknowledge some of my own baggage I had carried into the marriage was was still carrying.

The lack of attention and affection I received from Darryl was beginning to take its toll on me both emotionally and physically. I cried myself to sleep almost every night sometimes sobbing loudly while Darryl slept with his back toward me, ignoring my cries of despair. It seemed like I stayed sick with mysterious illnesses that could not be diagnosed.

I didn’t want to be around any of the ladies at church for fear that they would want to know all of the juicy details of my nonexistent sex life with the ever popular Minister Foster. Some Sundays I just did not want to go to church. I grew tired of playing the role of the happy and devoted minister’s wife. But most of all I dreaded attending those monthly women’s meetings where all the women did was complain about how much sex their husbands wanted.

I sat there in a world of my own never saying a word. I was in my own private hell. Fearing that someone would find out my little secret that my husband was not interested in me and we seldom even kissed. How could those women take for granted what I craved for in my own marriage?

Things got so bad between Darryl and I that at one point, I accused him of still being attracted to men. He was angry and upset that I would accuse him of such a thing. But still he offered no good explanation of why he did not want to be physically intimate with me.

While Darryl was never unfaithful to me as far as the physical act of sex outside our marriage, little did I know he was fighting his own private battle in his mind.

Before I accepted Christ, it was easy for me to get out of a relationship that had gone bad for what ever reason. But I had vowed a life time commitment to this man before God and I took that seriously.

There were times when satan brought very obvious sexual temptations to me. Attention from me was something that I was never lacking. But this left me empty at the end of the day because the one that I wanted it from was not willing to give it. I needed to hear Darryl tell me that I was beautiful, that he wanted me and that he desired me. It didn’t happen.

A New Beginning

In April of 1992, we relocated to Waco, Texas because Darryl got a new position with the airlines there. I became pregnant again soon after our relocation. By this time, I was already working and we were settled in and had even found a great new church home.

It was still early on in my pregnancy and I had not begun to show yet. Our problems with intimacy increased and so did my despondency. I became very angry and threatened to end the marriage unless we got some counseling. My self esteem and my confidence in myself as a woman was stripped and I felt I was at an all time low. Darryl had never seen me so adamant before and because he feared I would finally leave him, he agreed to get counseling.

We made an appointment to see our pastor and he told us we could come and talk to him at his home. It was early on that Saturday morning when we arrived at his house. Pastor Gillum, in his fatherly voice wanted to know what was so urgent that we would come out so early. Darryl hastily glanced at me and then back at our pastor. I took his hand and squeezed it tightly.

I knew this was hard for him because up until now I was the only one he had ever shared his past with. But I was not about to let him off the hook. Our first few years of marriage had been helled and we deserved better.

In a halting voice, Darryl began to tell the pastor about his life as a homosexual. Darryl even cried at one point. I reassured him that it was okay. I heard things that day that he had never shared with me.

Darryl explained that his involvement in that lifestyle was more about emotional affirmation than about sex. His longing for affirmation from another man stemmed from the fact that he grew up without his father. Satan had taken that legitimate need and perverted it. While Darryl was seeking acceptance, it always turned into something sexual. And now that he was married he was still struggling with the misconception that affirmation and acceptance always lead to sex.

Of course, I reinforced that belief because from his vantage point all I wanted was sex. But from my vantage point, my self worth and everything that I thought I was, was wrapped up in whether or not a man wanted me sexually. I realized that day that we both had a lot to learn.

It was at that point that I had to face my own demons. I realized that day that my self worth and who I was, was not dependent upon waht I had to offer a man sexually. But God had created me for His glory.

Darryl learned that it was okay if physical displays of affection led to sex between husband and wife because it was a gift from God. And I also learned that day, it was okay if physical displays of affection did not lead to sex because sex did not define my self worth.

I also learned that day, that I was the only woman that Darryl had ever been intimate with.

I left our pastor’s home that day with a new understanding of the process of healing and deliverance from a sinful lifestyle, whether it was homosexuality or any other sin. Healing and sanctification go hand and hand, and for all of us will last a lifetime.

I now understood that Darryl was in just as much pain as I was through the first years of our marriage. He simply did not know how to communicate to me what he was feeling on the inside, for fear that I would not understand. It took us seeking wise counsel, such as our pastor, to start us on the road to healing. Thankfully, our pastor’s wise words, practical advice and kind heart snatched us from the brink of marital implosion.

Yes, that day began a great healing in our marriage. Yes, we did have our setbacks. But we wer now on a road of communication and understanding between the two of us that helped us through the rough moments. Both of us had the foundation of a strong love for Jesus that was the glue that held us together in the tough times.

If you are reading this and you are having trouble, don’t wait till it’s too late. Get up and force yourself to seek out victory. If you seek you will finmd, if you knock the door will be opened unto you and if you ask you shall receive.

After our counseling, I watched a beautiful transformation take place. Darryl even shared his testimony for the first time publicly during one of his sermons at a night service. I did not know he was going to, but when he stood up to speak, I looked in his eyes and knew it was time.

I knew this would be no ordinary message. And I was right. That night was the beginning and the birth of our ministry, Witness for the World.

Over the years and now into almost 16 years of marriage, I look back in awsome wonder of the grace God extended to us. God has given us back the years we lost. I feel like we are on a perpetual honeymoon. Darryl is a wonderful husband, my sweet lover and my best friend on this earth. I have a respect for him that would have not been possible had we not experienced what we did together.

We don’t always understand the reason why God allows some things to happen in our life. But one thing we can rest assured, that it’s working together for our good and for His ultimate purpose and His glory. We must remember God already has the end in mind with every event and detail in our life.

He is not a “make it up as I go along” kind of God. He said in his word, “I know the thoughts and plans that I have towards you, thoughts of peace and not evil, to bring you to an expected end.” That end and that purpose are bigger than us because it’s not about us. Our responsibility is to endure through the hard times.

God purposed to bring men and women into the knowledge that he can save even the homosexual and bring him into relationship with a woman as he purposed from the beginning. And he purposed to do that through our testimony. My husband always says that I was not the reason he changed, but the fruit of his change.

For me, God gave me beauty for ashes. He gave me true beauty that is not based on my physical appearance but it stems from the love of Jesus that empowers his children thus making them beautiful in their own way. I gave Him my ashes, the heartache of my past misconceptions of what true love and acceptance really is, and in return God gave me more than even money can by.

God is not a man that he can lie. Shall He not perform His word? Before my husband knew me or ever thought marriage was a possibility for him, he asked God for three sons on one cold night in the desert. Today, we share together three lively sons one precious daughter. Let’s not forget the added bonus of the gift He gave in Brittanie to give Darryl his first experience as a father.

I thank God for my wonderful husband, whom God saved, is saving and will save, and all my beautiful children. My testimony is that there is nothing like the power of a woman’s love, who loves the way God wants her to love.