My biological father, Dennis Jerome Taylor, was killed when I was two years old.  As a result of his death, I struggled my entire childhood and most of my adult life with trying to fill a void that only a fatherless child can explain. It wasn’t until I became a mature, born again Christian, that I understood the void that I was trying to fill. You see…there is something about a father’s love that gives us security, and without it, you can feel lost or like you are walking in this world trying to figure everything out for yourself.  My mother did the best thatRead More →