Standing Strong in His Grace

Some of you know and some do not know that I had a book published in 2018.  It was a testimonial book about my struggles with having schizophrenia.  I knew I was supposed to write a book but at the time I had only written my testimony out in 2012.   At that time, I had no clue about how to go about getting it published. I started blogging during that time as well. I started out writing about a paragraph as my blog entries. I do not even remember the title of my blog at the time. my blog went through many transitions and titles as well as my writing took off. I had no clue that the postings I had wrote at that time would go into a book, but it did. So did the vision for my book and with that vision I had thoughts that the ministry God had put in my heart would take off. I thought that would be my open door for ministering to those in the church struggling with mental issues.   Sadly, that vision never took shape in that fashion overall. I do think that people were blessed by the book, a

One dreary day in 1990, at the age of 27 years old, I stumbled upon a monstrous beast called a coal stacker. In many ways it reminded me of a giant brontosaurus out of the Jurassic era. It was a large machine in proportion, used at electrical plants to transport coal from one area to the next. Its intricacies are even more difficult for me to describe in tangible words, because of the magnitude of this fearful apparatus. There were four levels with stairs to each part of this beast. The grizzly boss’s name was George, and I helped him set up the company water blasting machine. It had a long hose with a spray gun at the end, just like what you see at a car wash. This cleaning contraption had a generator and a large tank where you store the water. When you cut the motor on the hose pressurizes, supercharging the water at an extreme force to wherever it’s aimed at. Our task entailed cleaning the coal off every part of this looming monstrosity. George had a bad attitude as usual which adde