My parents relocated to Greenville NC in 2002. My mother was born and raised in Kinston NC and she always dreamed of being able to return “home.” Therefore when the opportunity presented itself, she seized it. My dad…..well…..he would have traveled to the end of the earth with her so it
That left me in Baltimore and like my mother I was ready to leave as well. Baltimore wasn’t the same and honestly I think being in the military made it impossible for me to stay in one place for too long before I became bored. However, I did not want to relocate to North Carolina. I knew I would miss my parents, but North Carolina just wasn’t my speed. So when my mother asked, I respectfully declined. A decision I would regret for a brief moment later on.
I decided to move to Philadelphia Pennsylvania! Home of the best cheesesteaks in the world! At the time it was really a no brainier. I was familiar with the city because my former beau lived there. I had a great group of friends there. And my national guard unit was there. So why not Philadelphia? I wish I could tell you that I prayed and asked God if moving to Philadelphia or moving at all for that matter was his will; but I did not. I threw caution to the wind, packed up my apartment and headed to Philadelphia. I found an apartment in the Mt Airy section of the city. I was hired at Temple University. And I joined Enon Tabernacle Baptist Church. Life was good and I was happy.
Being a member of the “Tab” as it was referred to, made me thankful. Thankful that God placed me under the leadership of two dynamic men of God. I had begun to hear horror stories and I was grateful that was not my story. My Enon family is amazing. I grew and developed so much under the leadership of Reverend Dr Alyn E. Waller. My deacon and deaconess were truly family. Their presence in my life during my faith walk was impactful and something I’ll never forget. My women Sunday school class was powerful. Healing, deliverance, and the tearing down of strongholds took place in that room every Sunday. And at my lowest point in my life, my friend and my sister-in-Christ was instrumental in my healing process.
My move to Philadelphia may not have been God’s perfect will but I believe it was his permissive will. God knew the turn my life would eventually take. He knew the journey I was about to embark on. And he knew what I would need.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” ~ Jeremiah 29:11