The first thing I can remember about God was when I was about 4 years old, my brother Karl and I were standing outside in our lawn at night. He is 3 years older than I. He was telling me that if I wished on the first star that came out my wish would come true. I remember thinking that my wish would be "I want to go back to heaven and be with Jesus". At this point in our lives were were relatively unchurched. My mother Native American, Onondaga Tribe, my father a German immigrant, so much culture, everything pretty chaotic actually. When I was about 6 years old I woke up to see a man standing in my room. He was very tall and was engulfed in a white fire from head to toe. He wore a robe that was light in color if not white and held a very large book in his hands. He was reading from the book but I could not understand his words or could not hear them. I was terrified. I pulled the sheet over my head trembling and finally had enough courage to look again and he was gone. I have often believed that he was a Messenger of God, an Angel if you will. Shortly after my father moved out and my parents separated permanently. My mother was both verbally and physically abusive, my older sister and two brothers caught the brunt of it until my sister moved out and my two brother went to live with my father at ages 11 and 12, they were 11 months apart. Then I became her "whipping boy" and she took out all of her anger and rage on me starting when I was 9 years old. Long story short, when I was 15 she beat me and threw me head first through a glass panel door, my face and scalp were covered in glass shards. That was the day I moved out, I was in 10th grade, the second day of class. I lived with my father for 10 months, he was a "functioning" alcoholic. My brother Karl moved out then my brother Dolph moved out, 1 week later I moved in with both of my brothers. I began 11th grade living with my two brothers, we lived on the beachside in a one bedroom apartment. Karl slept on the livingroom couch, Dolph slept in a bed and I slept on a mattress on the floor. 11 and 12th grade were spent like this and during this time I started surfing. I meet a boy a couple years older than me and began to surf with them and hang out with his crowd. There were 7 of us, one got saved and then all of us got saved. We were a sort of family together. I was 19 years old, March 17th, 1974 when I was saved and Baptized in the ocean It was wonderful. It seemed almost immediately after that I started having dreams, or what we might call beforehand knowledge. I guess over the last 40 years there have been about 100 or more dreams/visions I have written down. Numerous times I have known information I was never told by any person. When I think on that, I think it's like the information is "downloaded" into my mind, kind of the way we download into a computer. One moment that information is not there, the next moment it suddenly appears. My life, my person, all of who I am belongs to God. He is first, ahead of everyone and everything in this life, even my husband if you can bear that. God comes before my children and if I had to choose between the Lord, His Son and Holy Spirit or my family, the choice will always be God. He will take care of the rest.