This may sound a bit clichéd or scripted but I knew for a long time that there was “something” GOD wanted and needed me to do. As far back as I can remember I was always in church and a bright child with a vivid imagination. While I played well with others, I also felt the need to be alone – set apart. Growing up in faith started at home where Mom belonged to the Church of GOD International, Hebrew Pentecostal. “Every Friday night when the sun went down, we went to church and was back all day Saturday. Our “religion” strict religion called for no make-up, no pork and ladies no pants or jewelry (that may explain why I am so “extra” now). Order was what I took away from my early church experience”.