That’s me at barely 17 up there. Before life had even begun, really. Or so it seems now. I’m so thankful for the upbringing I had and the legacy of faith my parents laid the ground work for in my life.
A very large part of who I am involves my faith and my desire to live my life for my Savior.
I am a Christ follower. I believe that God the Father gave His precious Son for my sin… and yours.
I grew up in a good Christian home, daughter to a Christian School Teacher. I made a “profession of faith” when I was only four but really began to doubt the decision was “real” at age 9. I remembered so very little about it.
My church had begun showing the BJU Press Films every Saturday night, and I really began to be convicted at the reality shown on the screen that I was not genuinely saved.
We’ve been married 12 years now and have added three crazy kids to the mix. Looking back I remember my feelings in those worry-some days right after college, and I feel so blessed.
Our Church is an important part of our family life. We’ve chosen to worship at a place of fellow believers with the same desire of our hearts… to serve God and to raise our children to love and serve Him as well.
John 3:16… For God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have EVERLASTING life!