Prior to my birth in Africa, my father's first convert announced to him that he was praying God would give my father a crooked arm. Dad was astonished at first but pleased when he learned that a crooked arm meant an arm to hold his own child. Dad was equally astonished nine months from that date when I came on the scene. My childhood in Africa, though simple, never held a dull moment. The first four years of my life were spent in a village of ten thousand blacks. I grew up believing that God had created thousands of blacks and the three Lovicks were the only whites in the world. My greatest desire was to be black and wear beads. I was always trying to convince my mother how not weaving clothes would cut down on the laundry.

Even as a child I loved people and I would entertain the natives with songs from "Mary Poppins" and "The Chipmunks", then I'd tell a Bible story and have an altar call. It didn't take me long to learn that music was a great way to communicate with people.

As a teenager my family moved to Brussels, Belgium and my fluency in French came in handy. Europe was a lot like the U.S., so in 1977 when my father accepted a pastorate in Florida, I was prepared for the change. From this point on I knew that God hadn't just given me a talent, He had given me a ministry. In 1981 I settled in Birmingham, Alabama. It wasn't long after that I began to feel the Lord nudge me to step out and fulfill the ministry He had called me to. With the encouragement of my friends and family, I have been traveling and sharing in the interest of missions since January 1985.  I am thankful for the people around the world He is enabling me to touch. God asks each for our lives, in one way or another and I'm glad that God is faithful just like the song says, "For every little thing we do He gives so much in return, if our hearts desire is to do all He asks."