"Unlovely, Rejected" to "Lovely, Accepted"

I was always a sickly child. I had so many allergies, skin disorders, chronic nosebleeds, and asthma that it seemed I would come down with every illness that came across my path. I went back and forth to doctors to get weekly allergy shots. After a few years my health turned around and I thought I would finally enjoy a normal life. 
At the age of 6, my life came to a screeching halt when I was sexually abused by a neighbor. I couldn’t tell anyone! I’ll get into trouble, I thought. Coming from a military family, where children were seen and not heard, I felt I must have done something wrong. I was so ashamed I withdrew and acted out in anger. Soon after, we moved to a new area. I felt this was the way I would leave my experience behind me. Unfortunately, at the age of 9, I was at a friend’s house and the abuse happened again, this time by a visiting uncle. What was wrong with me? I cut my hair very short and began eating to put on weight. I decided I would make myself undesirable. No one would do this to me again, but I was wrong. While in the library of my middle school, I found myself cornered and sexually assaulted by three boys. After that, I began to get heavier and heavier. 
In my junior year of high school I decided to lose weight. I wanted to become more confident and build my self esteem. It was at this time in my life I was raped. This event threw me into alcohol and drug abuse. I had decided that I deserved all that had happened to me in my life.
When I got married I thought I had found the fairy tale, but it was just another place for me to feel unloved and inadequate. Through the years I tried desperately to be loved and accepted. I lived for everyone else. I tried to be the perfect mom and wife. Everyone thought I had it all together, but inside I was crushed. Years of pretending, hiding a series of tragedies, attending numerous funerals of family and friends, one after another was taking a dangerous toll on me. My life fell into a deep depression that lead me to alcohol and drug abuse once again to try and kill the pain. I couldn’t function or sleep until finally, one night I cried out to the Lord. ‘I can’t do this anymore, I give up, and I surrender.’ It was then the Lord reached down from heaven and saved me. The darkness passed and the true light was shining! I was involved in a Bible study two weeks later, baptized within two and a half months and I’ve been on fire for the Lord ever since. This all happened several years ago. I look back on my life and can see the Lord had placed Spiritual members of His body across my path and has called me for such a time as this. It is no longer I who live, but He who lives through me. I am loved, blessed, and highly favored of the Lord. I am victorious, over come by the Blood of the Lamb and by the word of my Testimony.

Lovely, Accepted

From the Pit to the Rock

Lord, please give me the words to write so that they will be relevant to others, that there would be soul stirring. The love and gratitude I have for Jesus is more than words can say. I pray my life would be just a pinch of thankfulness to Him. 

My favorite Scripture is Psalms 18. I know God wrote it with me on His mind. He knew I would need to read it at some point in my life. He knows our beginnings from our end and all the in betweens. Here is why this particular Psalm is my favorite:

Verse 1 – The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer. My God is my rock in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn (which means strength) of my salvation and my stronghold.
I would not want to imagine my life today without the privilege of being able to take refuge in my rock, my fortress, my deliverer, my God.

Verse 2 – I call to the Lord, whom is worthy of praise, and I am saved from my enemies.
But what if your enemy is the very one you love? My husband was an abusive alcoholic whose action of opening another can sent my children fleeing to their rooms, and me feeling as though I wanted to hide from him as well. I prayed God would forgive me for allowing my children to live in this environment, being too afraid to leave. Although my husband never hit the kids, the emotional damage to them was just as significant as my bruises.

Verse 4 – The cords of death entangled me; the torrents of destruction overwhelmed me. The cords of the grave coiled around me; the snares of death confronted me.
This is how one feels when they are living in these circumstances. I can’t tell you in these few words the horror that existed for me and my children. One can only imagine, BUT GOD!

Verse 6 – In my distress, I called to the Lord; I cried to my God for help. From His temple he heard my voice; my cry came before Him, into His ears.
The Lord heard my cry with His ears. It is amazing to know that He’s listening to me. He was waiting for me to call on Him so He could come to my rescue. He is a warrior ready to battle any enemy that comes against us. So what did He do?

Verse 9 – He parted the heavens and came down.
Verse 13 – The Lord thundered from heaven; the voice of the Most High resounded. He shot his arrows and scattered the enemies.

Verse 16 – He reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me out of deep waters. He rescued me from my powerful enemies.
My soul stirs as I write this, to know that the Lord came to me, took me in His arms to comfort and protect me while he battled my enemy. He said, “Its okay, my daughter, I’m here. Everything will be alright.” To know that He loves me that much brings tears to my eyes. Knowing I was drowning, He pulled me out of the deep waters. I tried for years to work this out on my own. I never succeeded for this reason:

Verse 30 – As for God, His way is perfect; the Word of the Lord is flawless. He is a shield for all who take refuge in Him. For who is God besides the Lord? And who is the Rock, except our God? It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect.
This is why I couldn’t fight this situation on my own. It wasn’t my battle, it was God’s and He was just waiting for my call.

My husband is sober now, the abuse has stopped, and healing is taking place. Although it is a long journey for all of us, I know God is with me every step of the way. And because of who He is in my life, the lives of my children, and because of all He has done and continues to do…

Verse 49 – Therefore I will praise You among the nations, O Lord; I will sing praises to Your name. He gives his king (which is us) great victories; he shows unfailing kindness to His anointed, to David, and his descendants forever.
My God, words are not enough to tell of Your grace. Thank you, Lord!

The Rock

Hopelessness to Anticipation

I had come to this point when I deeply needed and wanted to experience inner healing. I have lived a life of shame and guilt. I still struggle in many ways, but I have come to know in my heart that God loves me; all of my faults and all. I don’t need to be perfect. God has done amazing things in my life and in the lives of my family. I have learned to spot the lies of the enemy and have learned enough of the Word to fight back. No matter how many times I want to give up, I hold on to the scripture that states God will never leave me or forsake me. I have found I can always count on the Lord’s faithfulness. He has turned what the enemy meant for evil into good in my life. I have gotten stronger through the trials of life and, as Paul states, “I have not yet arrived but I press forward”. I know God has a good plan for my life and want to learn as much as I can. I wish to fulfill the plans He has for me. God has brought me from near despair, to being filled with hope again.


Detour to Destined

This life we live is a journey toward our destination.  There are side trips or detours along the way that help to build character and to strengthen us.  This is one of those side trips I can share because the Lord’s hand is on my life.  I can thank him for this detour and smile at the future, praying that my King will be pleased when I arrive at my destination.

“So where is your sister moving to?” asked a mutual friend at a wedding reception I was attending. The conversation continued as the friend expressed her surprise after seeing the “sold” sign in front of my sister’s house.  Wondering if she noticed the incredulous expression on my face, I responded that my brother-in law got a job transfer.  After blurting out that they were moving to North Carolina (which later turned out to be the correct guess) I quickly ended our conversation in order to be alone.  

Once in the ladies room, I closed the door and prayed that the Lord would help me with the surreal feeling I was experiencing.  My sister, my once dearest and closest friend was moving away to an unknown destination.  This was yet another episode in the unraveling of a series of unbelievable events that had taken hold in the lives of the people I love.  After regaining composure I found the mutual friend among the wedding guests.  I told her there was something I needed to speak to her about and apologized for not being truthful earlier that evening.  I confided to the friend that I was unaware of my sister’s intent to move, as I had not seen nor spoken with her for the past several months due to a deep wedge within our family. Now that my sister and her family were moving, the distance would be greater and the wedge would be deeper than I could have ever imagined.  There was an ache within me that evening at the wedding but there was also a sense of freedom experienced as that friend and I took each others hands and prayed for reconciliation in my family. There was freedom because this mutual friend was the first person let in to this private area of my life and into what I had been experiencing and suppressing for the past year.  The friend was given a small, vague glimpse and generalities regarding the family turmoil but that was all. She did not learn of the greater ache and deeper wounds that began several years earlier in the life of my oldest daughter. 

At the tender age of three my daughter was sexually abused.  She was abused by a member of my family.  Her world would drastically be altered.  The abuse repainted the bright colorful rainbows in her life a dismal, colorless shade of gray.  The insidious effects of the abuse tried to rob my daughter of her childhood and continued to try to destroy her future. She endured the abuse for nine years, until the age of twelve; it took another twelve years for the wounds that were buried within her to be brought to the surface.     Then He took the child by the hand, and said to her … “Little girl, I say to you, arise.” … for she was twelve years of age. Mark 5:41. 

My daughter experienced first hand as many other women have those deep, deep places that can only be healed by the love and compassion of Christ.  Only the power of the Holy Spirit could penetrate through the layers of pain, hurt and despair and guide the wisdom and advice of extensive Christian counseling that ultimately helped lead the way to healing and forgiveness. I know for my daughter that some days, the old memories try to resurface and are much more painful than others, but by the grace of God, she presses on.  This treasure of a daughter is a living testimony, glowing in the radiance of the Christ, assured in the Father’s love, precious in His sight and choosing victory over defeat.    Behold, I make all things new. Revelation 21:5

I too, am choosing victory over defeat.  Reflecting back on the grieving process my husband and I experienced after learning of our daughter’s abuse, I can truly thank the Lord for His grace, mercy and healing in my own life.

Initially learning of the abuse, the guilt we internalized as parents was insurmountable.  Questions we had were asked and rehashed hundreds of times.  How could we not have known?  How could this have possibly happened and why weren’t we there to protect our child?  Our days, our nights, our dreams our life, were all filled with anguish beyond belief.  One day blended into the next as we grieved the loss and pain in our daughter’s life.  There were days literally spent crying out, my face to the floor, moaning from the deepest places within my soul before the Lord. His timing is perfect!  During a spring vacation from work was when this grieving process took place.  I can thank the Lord for His grace in allowing me the time needed to be alone in His arms.  My husband had to prevent me from throwing away our photo albums.  To me they were reminders of the pain our daughter experienced behind the photos. It was too much to bear.   Evening and morning and at noon, I will pray and cry aloud, And He shall hear my voice. Psalm55:17  

When sexual abuse rears its ugly head it tries to destroy everything in its path.  After its attempt to destroy its victim it continues to tear through the whole family wiping out years of trust and cherished relationships, turning them into betrayal and alienation.    

Knowledge of the abuse was tolerated in my extended family as long as it remained within the family.  Once it crossed the boundaries of the outside world, the family ties took on a whole new dimension.  The family member that abused our daughter has been forgiven. That phase of the process did not happen over night, but he truly has been forgiven.  There was no longer a physical threat but seeing the family member ignited emotional reminders within my daughter.  When realizing the magnitude these effects had on her, we as parents would not let her go through one more second of anguish.  This time around, our little girl was going to be protected. This time we would be there for her.  

Upon making a reasonable request to prevent possible contact, the reactions from my family were totally unexpected.  The reasonable request became the catalyst for the family thought to be standing with us during this trial, to turn and step aside.  I went beyond the walls of the family to protect my child.  I would do it again. Arrows began to fly questioning the validity of the abuse, stating denials and more arrows of false accusations followed.  The blow was crushing.  After sensing the misguided rage during a sibling meeting, it was quickly realized there was nothing I could say to change their minds. It was not to be believed that we simply were asking for a request to be honored.  That was all.  There was nothing I could say to help them understand. They had taken a position based on their own beliefs and, drawn a line in the sand and closed their minds.  Abuse is ugly.  Sin is ugly.  The enemy’s plan is to steal, kill and destroy.  We have not spoken to each other for over a year. 

I understand their hurt and pain and continue to pray for their healing and wholeness. A decision was made to stand up for a child who in the not so distant past was left broken because we were unaware. We became aware.  She would be protected. Her wholeness outweighed the loss.        

When my mother and father forsake me (or my brothers and sisters) then the Lord will take care of me. Psalm 27:10

The Lord has taken care of me and given me scripture throughout this journey. Because of Him I can pray for my family.  I love them dearly, have forgiven them and pray for their destination. 

Perhaps, if I happen to run into the friend from the wedding and she asks me how things are going with my family, I can point her in the direction of the banquet table set before my King, looking across at a family that has been truly reconciled.  

… but the Lord comes to give life more abundantly. 
John 10:10

Thank you Lord!


Violated to Valuable

When I was 3 years old, I was in a tap dancing recital named “Baby Take a Bow”.  My costume called for white tap shoes, but I only had black ones.  To remedy this, my mom bought white spray paint and took my tap shoes outside behind my grandparents’ garage and sprayed them white.  Being only 3, I was fascinated with watching the transformation.  I couldn’t wait to wear my new shoes, so I watched them alone behind the garage, waiting for the paint to dry.  My uncle found me behind the garage alone, and introduced me to the end of my childhood.  I was only 3.  I was only waiting for the paint to dry.  The sexual abuse lasted for 9 years.  There were times when I wanted to tell my parents, but I was afraid of my family finding out.  What would they think of me?  My uncle had also threatened to hurt me and told me it was our secret.  One time when I was at my great grandmother’s house, she caught my uncle with me and gave ME a very disapproving look, never told anyone else in my family and never said a word to my uncle.  I was about six years old when this happened.  She taught me that what was happening to me was shameful and my fault by the way she looked at me.  She also showed me that I wasn’t worth protecting or saving from the abuse.  In my mind, I continued waiting for the paint to dry.  Another time at my grandparents’ house, I walked in on my uncle playing a game with my sister in his room (she was only 4 years old and I was 8) and I knew from his behavior that he was going to try some things on her.  So I told her that she needed to go play outside and I took her place to protect her.  I determined at that time that I would never let him touch her.  I would do whatever it took to make sure she didn’t turn out like me.  When I was 12, my family moved into my grandparents’ house for a few months while my parents waited to close on the house they bought.  My sister and I shared a room upstairs with a huge walk in closet.  My sister was in the closet, and I was in our room after school.  My uncle walked into our room and wanted me to go with him.  For months now, I wanted the abuse to end, and on that day, I finally had the strength to stand up to him and say no.  When I told him to get out and that I wasn’t going to allow him to touch me anymore, he became enraged and actually body slammed me onto my bedroom floor.  My sister came running out of the closet and saw me on the floor.  My uncle got scared and left our bedroom.  I went downstairs and told my grandma that he threw me onto the floor and she brushed it off and didn’t do a thing.  However, she did tell me not to aggravate him, so he wouldn’t get worked up like that.  I went back up to my room and laid on my bed and in my mind I waited for the paint to dry.  Being violated had been a lifestyle for me.  I didn’t realize at this time in my life that the physical violation was truly nothing in comparison to the emotional violation that had taken place in my soul.  From that day on, he never touched me again, but the abuse continued to touch me for many years to come.  

John 10:10, “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.”

One Wednesday night at church, I heard Pastor Jo Ann teach on this verse.  She mentioned how people live in part A of that verse, ‘the thief comes only to steal, kill and destroy, or part B of that verse, ‘I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.’

When the abuse finally ended, I wore the shame of it for almost 15 more years as a shield around me.  Shame was a constant companion for me.  I chose to hold onto my past and the hurts involved with it instead of the life that Jesus was offering to me.  I never believed that I was worthy of the second part of that verse.  

I came to a breaking point when I was about 24 years old.  I knew I couldn’t go on the way I was.  If God is who He says He is, then how could I go on wearing the shame and fear like a favorite coat?  Pastor JoAnn gave me a book called Hinds Feet in High Places and I cried through the whole thing and read it in a few days.  I was the character, ‘Much Afraid’ in that book and I knew that my Shepherd was leading me on a path to my freedom.  That book was written for me.  

At a time not of my choosing, the delicate house of cards that I had built came tumbling down.  The realization that through all of those years since the abuse ended and the paint still hadn’t dried was overwhelming.  I began counseling and started my path to freedom.  I began to understand the depth of things that had been taken from me.  At this point, Paul, my parents and sister were the only ones in my family that knew this abuse had taken place.  

A few months into this process, my grandfather died, and my grandma was going to sell her house and move to a Senior Care Facility.  I went there with my mom to help clean and prepare the house to sell it.  My mom was helping with something in the basement and didn’t realize that I was assigned to clean my uncle’s old bedroom, where a lot of the abuse had taken place.  I defiantly wore a very strong ‘I am Fine’ mask, so no one in my family could really tell how hurting I was on the inside.  I was determined not to let anyone see the shame that resided in me.  When I was in his room, I was in the closet where much of the abuse took place, wiping down his floor.  I swiped my left hand behind his dresser, and a piece of broken glass caught my ring finger.  I went to the sink in the bathroom and got most of it out, but a small sliver remained in my finger.  From that day on, every time I bumped my finger, I was reminded of all of the abuse that I had suffered.  The pain in my finger was a constant reminder of my friends named shame and fear.  I didn’t know how to function without those companions.  

When my counseling had reached the point that I knew I wanted to move forward and evict shame and fear out of my life, I agreed to have some of the pastors pray for me to be set free from those things.  In my heart I tried to believe that God would heal me, but I doubted so much.  I silently prayed that if God would really heal me, my sign would be that the glass, that was there for over a year now, would come out of my finger.  God brought me to a verse in Mark 5:39-42, ‘39And when he had entered, he said to them, "Why are you making a commotion and weeping? The child is not dead but sleeping." 40And they laughed at him. But he put them all outside and took the child's father and mother and those who were with him and went in where the child was. 41Taking her by the hand he said to her, "Talitha cumi," which means, "Little girl, I say to you, arise." 42And immediately the girl got up and began walking (for she was twelve years of age), and they were immediately overcome with amazement.’ 

When I read these verses, I was overcome with emotion.  I felt like this girl represented me.  She was 12 years old when Jesus took her hand and told her to arise.  I was 12 years old when the sexual abuse ended, but my battle over my mind and emotions lasted another 12 years.  I believe when these pastors prayed for me, Jesus reached out and took my hand and said to me ‘little girl, I say to you arise!’  I really felt God’s presence wash down over me.  In my heart I believed that my emotions were healed.  When I went home that night, in faith, I squeezed that finger and the glass sliver popped right out!  He refreshed me and because of His grace and mercy, I can say here today that I am free from the shame of the abuse in my life.  His freedom came rushing in like a flood.  The paint had finally dried.  I realized that God had always looked at me as a valuable, cherished and loved child.  I could never see that for myself.  I finally understood myself to be someone who was valuable, and I was able to embrace how God viewed me for the first time.  I now know my self worth and value was never in what happened to me in my life, but always in God alone, and His love for me, just because I was His.  

One of my favorite verses is Micah 2:13, “The breaker is come up before them; they will break out, Pass through the gate, and go out by it; their king will pass before them, With the LORD at their head."  The Hebrew word for Breaker is parats.  Some of the meanings are:  to break through or down or over, burst, breach; to break or burst out (from womb or enclosure); to break up, break in pieces; to break out (violently) upon; to break over (limits), increase; to use violence; to burst open; to spread, distribute.  God is the Breaker in this verse. God takes the lead and breaks open a way for us to be free from those things that bind us.  That is what God did with the shame and fear, He annihilated them.  My passion is to see women walk in freedom from shame and fear. Most of my life I was primarily confined by those things.  When I was set free from them, it was because I finally believed that God is who He says He is and He broke through on my behalf so I could confidently walk in His authority and follow His lead for other women.  Because of that freedom, I have authority over shame and fear. I want to see that same freedom and authority with the women I come into contact with ~ and to see women effectively perpetuating that authority in their families and generations to come!


Desperate to Restored

I’ll never forget lying on my mother’s bed feeling so alone and desperate for a loving touch. I was in the midst of depression.  I had been struggling with depression for quite some time before I got to this point.  I had spent months wallowing in self pity, feeling like I was worthless and just not good enough.  I needed assurance and I needed to feel like no matter how good or bad I was at whatever I thought I wasn’t good enough for, that I was accepted, and loved, and full of worth.  I cried out to the Lord that night. I had blocked Him out of my life for so long; ashamed at the way I was living, feeling like I could hide from Him as long as I didn’t call on Him.  But the Lord knows me way too well.  He knew I would come back, and He was waiting. As I cried out to Him in desperation that night, needing a touch from Him, I could physically feel a presence so close around my body that I knew the Lord was literally covering me with His presence.  Any time I ever think I might doubt the Lord; there is no way to forget that real, physical experience. That was MY MOMENT WITH THE KING.  After that experience I learned that it’s when I am seeking after Him with all my heart, willing to give up all the control I have to let Him come in and take over, that He will reveal Himself to me in ways that I have not known before. It sometimes takes pure desperation to get us to that point.  

Through these difficult times in my life, the Lord showed me what His character is made of.  How He is so strong.  He is the ultimate man of my dreams.  He is my hero.  

I think that sometimes the FEAR of what we THINK Satan or the world may do to us, may outweigh our love for the Lord and our opinion of who He is.  Once we get rid of all our opinions about who the Lord is, and just learn to know who He is and His character as truth, we will get rid of our burdens, and have hope for our destiny.  Once that happens, we can start living for our futures in the Lord’s Kingdom instead of in the despair of our past and even present circumstances.

When we choose to know God, we can begin to learn of His ways, and see things His way. From our own view, our circumstances will look bleak. We will not see the way out.  We will be stuck in despair.  When we jump on the Lord’s wings and see things from His view, we will see hope, and how He is bringing us through.

When we go through these restoration experiences, they prove to be our testimonies. That is our way into the lives of those who have never felt the touch of the Lord.  It’s hard for unbelievers to understand the stories from the Bible, but it’s not hard for them to understand OUR story.  Our story is their passage way into the realm of the one true, real God. When they can see with their own eyes what God has done in our lives, then they can grasp how the Lord can be real to them, in their lives. That’s all that people want. They don’t want some made up, high in the sky god.  They want something real, and tangible.  They want something that they can count on, and we can show them that is our God!  So believe the Word of the Lord when He tells you that these trials that you are facing are not to make you lose hope and get discouraged, but to know that you are preparing the way for others who may struggle with the same trials.  The Lord knows our strengths and He will never give us more than we can handle.  Once we have victory over our trials, we can help others going through the same things and show them that victory is a certainty with Christ.  1 Peter 1:6-7 


Much Afraid to Grace & Glory

Habakkuk 3:9  The Lord God is my strength, and He will make my feet like the hinds’ feet, and He will make me walk on my high places.

Several years ago I read a book based on this scripture titled “Hinds Feet On High Places.”  The story is an allegory about a girl named ‘Much Afraid’ and her journey away from the valley of humiliation and up to the high places with her beloved shepherd as her guide.  The pursuit up the winding mountain was long and at times treacherous but around every hairpin turn and at the edge of each precipice the shepherd, the lover of her soul, was there encouraging her to stretch beyond herself and reach greater heights than she ever thought possible.  When at last ‘Much Afraid’ approached the top of the mountain she discovered a freedom that she had never experienced before.  And, even more than that she was healed from many infirmities that had plagued her for years.  Unable to express her feelings by mere words she laid at the feet of the shepherd and wept joyfully.  He took her by the hand, lifted her up, and with more love in His voice than she had ever heard He said, “You will no longer be called ‘Much Afraid’, from now on  you will be called ‘Grace and Glory’. 

As I read the story I began to see many parallels in my own life.  I had a fairytale childhood complete with grandparents that owned an amusement park.  My life began to unravel when at the age of sixteen my father died very suddenly.  That began my journey of being much afraid.  It lasted through seasons of being in a very abusive marriage which ended in being a single parent.  Being mom, dad, and bread winner was certainly like a trip up a mountain with perilous edges and hairpin turns.  

All of that changed on November 15, 1981.  I was literally dying from what the doctors said was “Toxic Shock Syndrom, when suddenly through the healing power of the Shepherd, I was healed and born again.  My life began to change in ways that I had never dreamed possible.  After many years of on-and-off separations, my marriage was dissolved.  A short time after that, he went home to be with the Lord.  I was able to preach at his funeral and put closure to that part of my life.  I attended college and received a degree in Biblical Studies.  Shortly after graduation I became a part of the pastoral staff of The Tabernacle.

I am excited and overwhelmed to be celebrating my twenty-sixth year of being a “New Creation” in Christ.  Through Him many “old things” in my life have become “new”.  He has changed my name several times from lost to found, slave to free, outcast to one who overcomes and servant to friend.  But there was more change to come.  The Lord began speaking to me about changing my name.  He showed me that naming a person was rooted in the ancient world’s understanding that a name expressed essence.  To know the name of a person was to know their total character and nature.

My name changed from Josephine to “Jo Ann.” and I have chosen the last name of “Angelo” for three reasons.  First, it was my maternal grandmother’s maiden name and she had a tremendous influence on my life.  Secondly, my grandmother’s brother, Thomas Angelo was saved and received the Baptism in the Holy Spirit more than 70 years ago.  He raised his children in the faith and many of them prayed for me over the years. By taking the name Angelo, I believe that I have been grafted in to a rich heritage in the Lord and a legacy of service to Him.  Finally, Angelo comes from the Greek word ‘angelos’ which means ‘messenger’.  With God’s Grace I will spend the rest of my life being a messenger for Him.

Grace & Glory

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