The Day Was Christ was Secured in My Soul

The photo above was taken at age 8. My aunt Lucy would visit often. I heard her talking about Jesus. In fact, she and her husband Uncle Calvin (Rest in Heaven) picked us up for church at times. Most of the times she invited my family to church, three times per year during CME (Christmas, Mother’s Day, and Easter). I’d spend rare weekends with them as well and would look forward to going to church. During my preschool years, I got very sick, my grandmother called my aunt and uncle they came over, laid hands on me (God healed me), my aunt tells me moments later, I was playing on the floor (this was my first encounter with God).

I remember vividly driving down the highway in pitch darkness. I was terrified as I couldn’t see anything ahead. I started praising God and imitating women who I’d heard speak in tongues. I asked my uncle how long before we arrived home… Minutes later, I fell asleep (God comforted me).

Years later, I received Christ as my personal savior over the phone with her. Whenever I needed prayer or needed comforting words, I would call Aunt Lucy. She was my spiritual counselor and led me to Christ with scripture and her proverbial spirit.

My dad picked us up and took us to a mega Church one Sunday called “Eagle’s Nest”, it’s now “The Potters House”.  After a move from God, I rededicated my life to Christ and was baptized the very same day.

Going to church three times per year, sometimes 6 continued until I was 13 years old. A friend in junior high school invited me to church with her family. They would pick me up occasionally until my mom started dropping me off. I remember walking down the altar time after time, after time crushed and feeling like something colossal was missing in my life. So you know what happened, I rededicated my life to Christ and made a vow, no matter the weight of the blow, I would never stop serving God. Fast forward… Every Sunday my mom would drop me off to church. I recall waiting on the steps of the church for her to return until I got my fist car at age 18. I was so excited, I’d be able to serve in the church and not continue on being just a pew member. I’m 34 now. I haven’t stopped serving God in all those years and I won’t ever stop!

He loved me first,

Tash Briggs-