Foreword
I still remember the day that I first met Freddie Power on a hot Tuesday afternoon in Charlotte, North Carolina in the spring of 2005. I walked into the laundry room of a low-income apartment complex, packed full of children sitting on dryers, washers, even the floor. A man was standing at the front of the room telling a story about the tragedy of losing his father in a boating accident as another young man translated it into Spanish. Kids of every age were fidgeting and listening to his story.
The scene was unforgettable. There, at the front of the room, in the middle of it all, stood a blond-headed woman who looked like a hip grandmother directing it all children pulling at her, “Mrs. Freddie, Mrs. Freddie...” They were vying for her attention, asking questions, pressing in for a hug, or for a spot sitting in her lap. They were listening to the story, one of many that they had heard, about just how much God loves them.
This is one of many Bible study groups that Freddie has started over the years through her non-profit organization, “Keeping Hope Alive.” For more than a decade, Freddie has been going to places that many people avoid, in order to seek out children, hug them, love them, and tell them how much God loves them. Inner-city children, abused children, and children living in government projects as she seeks them out and they respond. One by one, they learn that they are not forgotten or insignificant, rather that the Creator of the Universe looks to them in love and wants to be close to them. They are changed forever. They see that they have value, that their lives are full of worth, and that they have a future and hope, regardless of where they live or how others see them.
Among innocent, precious children whose lives were being changed one by one, that's where I met Freddie.
Since meeting Freddie for the first time, I have traveled with her around the world, visiting children in places like Russia, South Africa, and Kenya. I have seen firsthand how God has shown her visions, or pictures, often of people she'd never met or places she'd never visited. I've seen her meet these people, visit these places, and see these visions happen. But, more than anything else I've seen at Freddie's side, is the way that the realization of God's love changes a South African orphan, a child in the slums of Kenya, and a mother dying of AIDS. I've seen how, ultimately, each vision results in some kind of expression of love in Freddie's life towards another human being, and how that love changes lives.
My hope and prayer is that, as you read Freddie's stories, you will have your own experience with God and that you will hear him speaking to you and feel His love for you.
With Sincere Regards,