Denise is writing her testimonies in a memoir. Please be in prayer for us as we release these burning words.

Denise Colston has beautifully painted the story of her life experiences in her book. She has allowed us all to take a glimpse into her childhood. The stories are breathtaking and yet heart wrenching. You will cry and laugh and cheer for her triumph and tragedies.

Denise has organized her life experiences in a intricate series of short stories disguised as chapters in a memoir. The book is entitled "Come Sea". The title is a play on words. Here is a little taste of the upcoming best seller.

Tsunami. A Tsunami is defined as a long high sea wave caused by an earthquake, submarine landslide or other disturbance. An arrival or occurrence of something in overwhelming quantities or amounts. Tsu means harbor and Nami means wave, the origin is Japanese.
National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) describes them as a series of waves caused by earthquakes or undersea volcanic eruptions. Tsunami waves do no dramatically increase in height. But as the waves travel inland, they build up to higher and higher heights as the depth of the ocean decreases.
The speed of tsunami waves depends on the ocean depth rather that the distance from the source of the wave. Tsunami waves may travel as fast as jet planes over deep waters, only slowing down when reaching shallow waters. While tsunamis are often referred to as tidal waves, this name is discouraged oceanographers because tides have little to do with these giant waves. Unlike normal ocean waves, which are generated by the gravitation pull of the moon and the sun, a tsunami is generated by the displacement of water.
That’s it! I found the description of my life. My existence has been a series of tsunamis and I survived them all. Every time a tragedy occurred, my earthquake, my daily life as I knew it was swept away by the wave of rejection, betrayal and abuse. Every time the wave was approaching it exposed the sea bed, the very depths of my soul that no one is supposed to view including myself and then boom! A huge wave comes crashing over the exposed areas with no time for retreat, no time for escape.
God help me. Where are you? Please stop these earthquakes. Please stop these oceanic volcanic eruptions in my life. Standing on the sea shore looking at the horizon scared to go into the water because I don’t know what’s under there. I put on my beach shoes, plastic see-through light blue in color protections. I hate the fear of seaweed touching my feet but I love the feel of sand under them.
The fear wins. I must wear the beach shoes in the water. I wish I could see through the water. I wish I could know what is leering underneath the sand then I could swim with joy and abandonment. Oh well, for now I will wear my protective shoes and approach the ocean. I enter the water, looking around me, all my senses are on high alert, “what touched me?”, is that a fish?, is it a crab? maybe it’s a shark? I can’t take this. I cannot tolerate the fear, the fear of not knowing what's next! I’m out.
Come sea! Who is calling the sea to come? Who is causing these earthquakes in my life? Why can't I have a normal life. Come sea, I dare you. Come sea, I held on the last time you crashed into me! Come sea! Why can't my existence be calm. Come sea. Selah.....