When I was 21 years old my daddy passed away suddenly of a massive heart attack. He and I were very close and I had a nervous breakdown. He was 49 years old. God was so good to me and I recovered with no noticeable scars. He was my hero and my world came down around me.
Starting with my grandmother, Joyce Dodson and the Life Action Team that came to Nacogdoches back in the early 90's, my late husband Lynn Burk.
The staff at Fredonia Hill at this time never cease to amaze me with their caring hearts.
Of course I was a product of deep segregation but my immediate family was very involved with the black community. Even as poor as we were, we lived better than the black communities. They baby sat for my children while I worked. I never had a "white" babysitter. We loved them just like family but they were still thought of as lower class.
The movie was put together so well and in a way so no one would think the church was trying to push some people into a way of thinking that they were not ready for.
I definitely see it moving and in a direction we have needed to be moving for a long time. There is no color with God but our church is looking more like I see Heaven all the time. We still have a long way to go but we are a work in progress.