Beverly Thomas had a mother's love and faith to depend on as she grew up. But her world fell apart when her mother died. In the midst of her trauma, she lost sight of the one her mother lived for and tried to find love, fulfillment and relief in other ways.
My life story begins in a small log house in the middle of Berens River, a remote First Nation community on the southeast shore of Lake Winnipeg.
My story actually started with my mother, Lilly MacDonald Everett, who became a follower of Jesus when she was 18. She was a great prayer warrior who gave powerful prophetic words.
She married my father, Tashie Everett and had nine children. Five of those children were born before me.
My mother told me it was a beautiful Sunday afternoon when I came into this world. My mother had no intention of going to the hospital to give birth to me. She had a mi...
