Growing up as an only child of middle class parents, I thought my life was pretty easy. They always provided for my needs, so I never felt as if I ever had to struggle for anything in my life.
My name is Frances Stewart, and this is my story. When I was in the first grade, a local pastor of a church used to come and pick up me and my friends for church. I remember the pastor’s big Bible, the stories he taught us, and the songs we sang. All this planted seeds in my heart about a loving God.