I am the fourth generation of Baptist and Pentecostal Apostles, Evangelists and Pastors. I was first ordained fifteen years ago in Kentucky. I have been through eight and a half years of Bible College. I have chased God and his anointing all over the USA and the world. I am currently serving at Impact International Church with Apostles/Pastors Ryan nad Joy LeStrange as the head of the Evangelism Team and as an instructor at Impact Ministerial Institute, and ordained through the Apostolic Fellowship of IIC.

 I am blessed to have been raised in the Appalachian Mountains and there learn about the God of my fathers and mothers. I was taught that God is a very real and present member of my family, that I was his daughter and He was my father, and that He will save, heal, and deliver. As a child, I KNEW that God was taking care of me and my family. Even though poverty, homelessness, sickness, disease, and devastations tried to destroy us...God always proved himself faithful and took us through. In my family the dead has been raised, cripples have been healed, broken bones instantly healed, kidney stones dissolved in the hospital before surgery, the deaf has heard, the blind has seen, drug addicts instantly set free, and the hungry miraculously fed by strangers that disapeared into the night.

Just as the scriptures promise, I am truly surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses.
 My great-grandparents helped in the pioneering and establishing of the Church Of God Of Prophecy in Coeburn Virginia. My great-grandmother, Samantha Adkins preached in Coeburn Virginia to crowds that gathered downtown. Her husband and brother were pentecostal preachers as well. Samantha Adkins had several children two of them were also in the ministry, one of them being my grandfather, Hershel Jacob Adkins. When my sister, Robin and her family left there to join Impact International Church with Pastors Ryan and Joy LeStrange, one hundred years of my family being members of and ministering in that particular church came to an end.

My maternal grandfather, Hershel Adkins, taught us that God is a Holy God and the house of God is a sanctuary that's to be respected and reverenced for it is God's House. He expressed God's love with strong emotions of laughter, tears, singing, praying, and caring for the day-to-day needs of his family. As he and his wife raised their ten children, he worked in the coal mines, raised gardens and honey bees, preached revivals, planted churches and pastored them for The Church of God of Prophecy, and he visited the sick and the elderly. Testimonies of miracles were numerous in their lives and churches. I have met pastors that have shared with me how that my grandfather came to their house when they were just little boys and took them to church. One of them is pastoring a church that my grandfather planted and pastored.

My paternal grandfather, Charlie Thompson, pastored the Smith-Harvey Memorial Freewill Baptist Church in West Virginia, for over forty years. His son, Charles Thompson, is pastoring a Baptist church in Inez Kentucky. He expressed God's grace and mercy through a steady unwavering calmness of spirit and faith that can only be described as a rock. In his presence you knew that you were "home". As he and his wife raised their eleven children, he worked as a carpenter, he built houses, cabinets and furniture, he was a boss of construction crews, raised gardens, held revivals, preached all over West Virginia and would baptize anyone anywhere at anytime. I've seen him break the ice over a river in the winter to baptize late at night after church.

 My father, Joseph Thompson, was described as a fire-ball. He was a baptist that was filled with the Holy Ghost. When my Dad preached, there was standing room only. People were drawn to him of every age, race and cultural background. He was
a musician. He sang and played the guitar in churches and on the radio in West Virginia, Kentucky and Ohio. He also was a stand-up comic. Our house was filled with laughter, love, and music. He was my best friend and taught us that God loves his little girls. He died July 28, 1982 at the age of thirty nine. I miss him.