Would you believe me if I told you I had been running away from God since I was a child?
My family has always been a God fearing group of people, but we lacked putting God as a priority in our lives. I called on God when I needed him and never paid any attention to him on a daily basis. He was a “special occasion” kind of God and a God that only spoke to my grandma and then to me. God was there for me if I wanted him.
My grandma being the high priestess of our family was the one that prayed for our souls. Praying if we needed a job, house, car or healing. She would also pray if there was something she didn’t like and God most definitely paid attention to those prayers. She would always say a little birdy told me (in Spanish). If I did something I wasn’t supposed  to the Holy Spirit would reveal my sin to my grandma, then I would tell her, “Who is this freaking bird, Grandma!?”
I didn’t grow up in the church, I would say I grew up with the “grandma version” of God. She was the one taking me to church when she could. I attempted to do church on my own when I finally got a vehicle. I attended church because it made me feel good, but of course I stopped once college hit. That was the time to party and get wild and do things I hadn’t done before.
Over those years, God protected me from death so many times all because I had a praying grandma that interceded on my behalf. I had several people over the years giving me a word that always confirmed itself over and over. “You have a calling on your life,” and “when will you stop running from Him?” I was running because I felt that I could serve God once I was older. It looked boring and had too many rules to follow. If I needed him He would be there. I could always count on my God for that.

It wasn’t till I met my husband in 2011 that my life had changed. I told him when we first met who I was and what I was about. (I thought homeboy would leave me alone – my plan back-fired.) He saw something in me I denied for years. He never exhorted me or convicted me. All he did was walk the walk as an example for me to follow. Seeing him worship and consecrate himself to God and completely surrender to Him was so breathtaking and amazing. It ignited a new passion for me. God became my everything. I saw that God wasn’t rules and regulations nor was He boring. He was far from that. God was just a father wanting to love on me and show me the way with His word. Rudy showed me that the Bible was meant to be a guide for me to follow or else death was my only option.

After we got married in 2013, that is when our ministry career took off. He had ministered all over and now this was my time to step up and do the same. After a year of marriage we decided to start looking into growing our family. After trying for a little while we sought out a doctors’ opinion. I had been diagnosed with endometriosis when I was 15 years old. I had warned Rudy it would be a challenge to conceive. Boy was it a challenge. Doctors recommended I have a surgical procedure done to basically help us out. 2 years into it I got pregnant for the first time and I lost our baby. 5 miscarriages later I was so discouraged and overwhelmed.

I had one job to do as a woman of God and how could I not produce a child for my husband. The Devil took advantage of the situation and said the craziest things to me that just aren’t worth repeating. I had to completely surrender myself to God because I had committed a sin against God. I made motherhood my idol. I worshipped the idea of being a mother so bad it consumed me and placed God on the back burner. I told God, “forgive me and all I ask is that you allow me to worship You once again and make me whole with Your Holy Spirit. You are my number one and no one can replace You and I ask You to fill this void I have in my heart.” I prayed to God for a little while to make me a spiritual mother to children if biologically it wasn’t going to be possible. Man, did God come through with that.
After the 5th miscarriage I asked my husband if he would consider a meeting with a foster agency to just check it out. After that meeting I was sold, and I couldn’t wait to get certified to get a baby of our own. Knowing I could raise a child and make a difference in their life meant so much to me.
Sept. 28th 2016 that morning we were certified and that same morning we got the first call to foster a baby girl 13 days old with seizures. 3 years later we adopted her. My baby girl is a fighter and a sassy one, but I wouldn’t change her for the world.
Can I tell you God is a miracle worker? Three months into fostering my baby girl we got pregnant for the 6th time and stayed pregnant. Till Harvey came and decided to put me into early labor with all the stress of the hurricane, a week later I had my son on Sept 7th 2017. Then three years later on Feb. 11th 2021 I had my second son during the pandemic.
 
My God still does miracles!