Profile of a Godsy Girl: My testimony


I was born into a ministry family. My grandfather was an anointed man of God that saturated our family culture with prayer and faith. In the community, he was Reverend Solomon Mills, pastor of Quindaro Church of God In Christ, but to me he was “grandpa”. As a little girl, I remember him “disappearing” for hours only to learn that he was “seeking the Lord”. My five year old mind was confused by my granddad’s daily retreats. I remember thinking that the Lord must be awfully lost for grandpa to be gone “seeking him” for so long.

My grandmother, Ethel Mills, was a gentle, soft spoken Christian woman. She served God fervently as a church member and the wife of a busy pastor. As a girl, I watched her prepare his meals and minister to his needs so that he could be a blessing to others. Never once had I heard her complain or utter an ill word about anyone. That’s quite a testament considering that I spent so much time with her.

“Someday, you’re going to be a pastor’s wife”, she’d say. Too young to comprehend, I dismissed her forecast.

My mom, Ethel, also shared a gentle – but progressive – spirit. She exuded an air of Godly sophistication and humility that she carries to this day. She worked hard to provide a great life for me and my brothers. Lord knows, I tested her patience incessantly with my rebellion and never-ceasing “smart” mouth. But each night I remember seeing my mother quiet herself and pray. I knew many of those prayers were for me.

Then there was Uncle Charlie. To others, he was Pastor Charles Mills, but to me, he was my jovial, loving uncle. When he looked at me, I knew he saw something in me that I didn’t see. Upon learning of my latest teen antics, he simply rubbed the top of my head and say, “you’ll be all right”. Then he’d walk away.

Who would have known that one quiet Sunday morning, my uncle would preach a sermon that would tug at my heart and lure me toward Jesus? Not long after Uncle Charlie buried his own son, he preached a sermon about God’s faithfulness and accessibility to us. I couldn’t wait for him to finish so I could rush down the alter to meet this kind and loving God for myself. The walk down the long, narrow church aisle seemed endless. I fixed my repentant eyes on my blue high-healed pumps as I put one foot in front of the other. About two feet from the alter, I remember slowly lifting my eyes to see my uncle with his arms extended for me. I ran into his open embrace. My life changed forever – as did my behavior, my responses and my relationships. I never became perfect, but I start reaching – or striving – for the type of perfection that represents spiritual maturity. I wanted to be a good Christian and a blessing to others so they could see Jesus in me.

A Teenage Girl In Love

I fell in love with Jesus in a crazy way. At night, I stayed up hours and hours reading and searching His word, learning His ways, exploring His likes and dislikes – simply getting to know Him. “Teri, your Bible will be there in the morning” my grandma would say chuckling as she’d turn out my bedroom lights well after midnight.

As the story goes, my grandmother was right. I married an amazing man of God that happens to pastor an amazing church.

I now understand why my granddad spent so many hours tucked away with his Bible and his Lord. He was enjoying Jesus. Loving Him, being loved by Him, and allowing Him to conform Him into a Godly image.

If I am anything, if anything I have done has ever amounted to anything, it’s because of my mom, grandmom, granddad, patient uncle and many, many others that have sowed into my life.

Now, I sow into others.

As the old song goes:

I keep falling in love with Him over and over, over and over again
It gets sweeter and sweeter as the days go by
Oh what a love between my Lord and I

I keep falling in love with Him over and over, over and over again

That’s my testimony. A Godsy Girl gone right.

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