D.R. MINISTRIES INC

To understand D.R. Ministries, first you need to know a little about me. My name is Deryl Richardson, and I am the owner and creator of D.R. Ministries. God called me at an early age to do his work, but I didn’t see myself as prepared or willing. So, I ran. I hid. I did everything I could think of to stay away from his calling for years. The calling was strong. To make sure you understand, every time I would enter a church, or even times just out in the street, something would rise in me emotionally like lava boiling to eruption causing me to get uneasy. Or a stranger would approach me and tell me they see God all over me. It seemed inevitable he would draw me in.

Yet, I was not receptive to his will. For years I did things my way. I was successful. I failed. I had fun. I got in a lot of trouble. There aren’t many things in life that I either didn’t try my own hands at or in some ways weren’t connected to. I’m not here to manipulate the truth and tell you life was always miserable. I had some great times, some great memories. I also made a lot of mistakes. Ones I could never get back. I spent over what may be half of my life floating to my own gust of wind, not waiting for the breeze to gently push me in the right direction. The one thing I can tell you is, it’s not good to be out in this world without a foundation. I was usually the smartest person in the room when I stepped in. I usually had a plan for most situations I walked into. But, in 2018, I woke up and I couldn’t move: not an arm, not a leg. Nothing seemed to respond. I had no plan for that. No matter how smart I thought I was, I couldn’t think my way out of that. No friend to call that I rolled with could help me here.Luckily for me, and honestly it had nothing to do with luck, my parents prayed for me. They had been praying for me from the moment I was born. They prayed for me every morning, throughout my day, and every night before climbing into bed. While I was questioning the bible, and chasing every carrot dangled in front of me about the validity of the bible’s stories, or races, or any other religious battles to doubt God, my mother and father were wearing out their kneecaps praying that one day I’d choose God. So, this morning when I woke up and I couldn’t move; I eventually got movement back, spiraled over a year’s span into a diagnosis where a Dr looked at me and told me to get used to using the walker, I was using all year. Get used to using the wheelchair my sister pushed me into his office with. Because in 5 years, it’s likely I will be confined to a wheelchair due to extreme pain and weakness tearing at my body.

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