By Shelly Powell
In many ways, I had an idyllic childhood. My memories of growing up with my two brothers and a sister are happy ones. Even though my dad was a busy pastor, he always prioritized time with his family.
After high school, while studying nursing at a Christian college, I met Kevin Powell, a young theology major. We were happily married the day after graduation. Once Kevin finished seminary, we began our ministry in Florida and started our family with a beautiful daughter and then a handsome son. Later we moved to pastor in Virginia, where we were blessed with another precious daughter and sweet son. Then, after 14 years in Virginia, God called us to teach at a Christian school in Arkansas.
It was in 2019, while on a mission trip to Jamaica, that I started experiencing some strange symptoms. We noticed some slight slurring of my speech and difficulty getting my
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Shelly Powell writes from her home in Arkansas. This testimony was written one letter at a time through the assistance of her “Eyegaze” device. You can find her blog at https://www.mountingwithwings.com. This also links to her Facebook page and YouTube channel.