There must be a reason that these bad things happen to me. I must be dysfunctional. So why would my dad leave? Why would he kill himself? Why would I be violated? And when you're 6-years-old, you can't comprehend that. But as you get much older in life, you begin to think what's wrong with me?

When I'm 18 years old, I'm at a friend's house. And his uncle looks me in me eye - you know, by this time I'm an over achiever, a pretty good student, etc. And he said I have the answer to your problems. I have the solution to your pain. And he held up this book. It's a bible. I didn't know what it was.

Some people left you for dead. They thought it was over. They said you're hopeless, you're helpless. You can't be used. You're not ministry material. You're going to be poor. You're going to be messed up.But guess what?Tell the devil, go to hell. You're a liar.

I stay in my lane of assignment and do what I'm supposed to do in life.

Your words are containers for power, and by the words you speak you frame your world!

There are already current laws on the books and there are - and jurisdictions. The IRS can come in and do any kind of investigation of a person.

I don't go where I'm tolerated. I go where I'm celebrated.