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About Me:: Narda Goodson has always had a passion and energy for life that is contagious. A life-long New Yorker, Narda began her career as an entrepreneur in education. She is the wife of the Honorable Mayor William "Bill" Goodson of Whitewright, Texas and mother of three beautiful daughters.

In 1984, at the age of fifteen, Narda received Jesus Christ into her heart. From 1988 to 1997, she served as a praise and worship leader and youth director at Bronx Miracle Gospel Tabernacle, New York. In 1999, she accepted the call to ministry and was ordained a psalmist (music minister). In 2000, she joined Family Christian Center in New Rochelle, New York and served in the music department.

Narda ministered for over nine years as principal, teacher, and sole-proprietor of Noah's Ark Christian Academy, which served students from kindergarten to high school level, and governed the operaton of a preschool in Bronx, New York. In 2003, she received an honor for serving as a mentor for the New York National Guard Teen Challenge Program, and in 2005, she instituted a Bible academy for teens, young adults, and women. In 2006, Narda was ordained a pastor and is currently a member of God's House of Faith & Worship Center in Denison, Texas.

Now as a supportive wife and mother, Narda is an inspiration and mentor to women everywhere. She is committed to helping women, children and families discover their uniqueness, creativeness, and purpose in order to reach their highest potential through Christ and His Word.

Suffering sexual, emotional, and physical abuse as a child and the pain of an emotionally wounding first marriage, Narda discovered the freedom to live victoriously by applying God's Word to her life and in turn, desires to help others do the same. From the battles of the mind to the tussles of everyday life, she speaks openly and practically about her encounters so others can successfully apply what she has learned to their lives.

In November 2007, Narda released her new book Will the Real Me, Please Stand Up, which is followed by the sequel When My Life Struck Twelve. She is also releasing her first new children's series The Anointed Tales of Nardarella.

She travels throughout the United States for speaking and singing engagements and hosts a musical dramatized synopsis of her book for the purpose of bringing healing and restoration to wounded lives.

God has provided Narda with many opportunities to share her testimony and the life-changing message of the Gospel. She is an incredible testimony and witness of the effectual and powerful redeeming work of Jesus Christ and teaches that in spite of a person's upbringing, personal history, social class, or past mistakes, God has a place for them and can help them on their journey to where Dreams Do Come True.

How and When I was Born Again:: The invitation to accept Jesus was made, and I wanted with everything to raise my hand and shout I want Him, I need Him. Like the woman of Samaria, I was thirsty and I wanted Jesus to quench my desiccated soul. I knew that Jesus would change my life and give me hope; He was what I had been searching for all along. He would forever eradicate the clouds of emptiness and loneliness that had hovered over my life for years.

My heart melted as the people softly sang Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, there is something about that name. But just before I could raise my hand to indicate that I wanted this Jesus, the devil in one final attempt to keep me his prisoner unleashed his ultimate weapons of torment. An unexpected panic set in, paralyzing me to my chair and I was suddenly engulfed by its strange power.

An Angelic Vision:
It was as if time stood still; for within seconds, I could see a horde of angelic beings unleashed, positioned, and ready for combat. I could feel the energy that flowed between the two forces. The ones who were named The Beautiful Ones were calm but ready for action while the other evil and hungry was waiting to plunge like famished lions.

The Beautiful Ones carried banners that were made of pure white material and the name Peace was written in luminously gold inscriptions. I beheld a glorious white horse, and they called the Great One that sat upon it the Prince of Peace (Isaiah 9:6). It was a brilliant sight to behold.

When I looked upon the evil ones, I was overtaken by fear that caused my vision of the Cross to fade. Instantaneously, the enemy crowded around and blocking my view of the path they made it difficult for me to find my way. The darkness that lingered along the way was extremely frightening and dreadful and the horses that stood nearby were fearsome; their unsightly countenance was enough to make one run and hide.

I saw myself trying to find my way through the obscurity of the night; the light that once was had mysteriously vanished leaving me within the shadows that now surrounded me. As the riders drew nearer and nearer, I clasped my hands over my ears; for the chilling sounds of their hoofs caused earsplitting thundering. I was petrified, scared and all alone.

I covered my eyes and I could sense they were near because of the stench of rottenness that lingered in the air. I could smell murder, hate, envy and many of the abominable things that the Scriptures spoke about. I had been guilty of some of these things and I began to tremble and weep.

But as I looked toward the hills, I remembered The Beautiful Ones I had seen, and I wondered what happened to the strong angelic warriors and the Great One whose name was Prince of Peace. I knew it was only His mercy that could save me now. But where was He? Why had they not protected me?

Eventually, the vision faded, and I found myself back in the little small church. Though I could not make sense of what was really taking place, I knew that if I did not take this opportunity, it would somehow be my last. But just as I thought it, the pastor proclaimed, “This may be your last opportunity; for tomorrow is not promised to you. This is your last call.” Then he counted to three. That was all I needed to hear and forgetting the raising of my hand, I flew down the isle before he could call the last number. Sometimes I think I was scared into the Kingdom of Heaven; for the evil mass of demons and the thought of spending eternity separated from God