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I think that my pilgrimage with Christ began before my arrival. I was chosen. I didn't pick Christ but he picked me. It was at a very early age that my grandma noticed I was touched with the hands of God. Regrettably, I did not recognize it at that time. It wasn't until my first experience with the lord at age 10 that I realized there was something different about me. I can recall with an abysmal experience in my grandfathers Apolistic church. I didn't know the experience as a kid but I understand it today. On this day, I felt the anointing of God. He touched me with all the wings of his love and kept me in the palm of his hands. I experienced this more than once as a child. I had another experience at 13. This time it was at my fraternal grandmother Baptist church. Unlike the Apolistic church, the Baptist members couldn't actually indentify having a small child crying and yelling God in the center of support. It was just unheard of and unexpected from the Baptist church. I was introduced into the lord in an old age but it wasn't until my mid-20's that I begun to.