My Story

I grew up in a God-honoring, old fashioned, loving family. I have always felt grateful for the Christian home my parents created. (Well, maybe not as a teenager during the strict curfews!) However, both of my parents have a deep faith. They are committed to Godly values in their lives personally and publicly. During my preschool years, Mom and Dad were missionaries to Indonesia, with a heart for the people of Bali.

I have vague memories of the Balinese Hindu temples, rice fields, hot days, skewered meat (maybe chicken) with peanut sauce, and fried rice.

Dad felt called to tell the unreached people groups the great news of the Gospel which in fact he did! He circled the island playing hand-turned record players sharing the gospel. We were in Indonesia for five years.

When I was seven, our family moved back to the states. The following years Dad served as a Southern Baptist pastor in North Carolina. Because Christ was very real in our home, I made a commitment to faith as a child. I was so young, I did not remember the experience and as a young teenager, I began to doubt my salvation. While on a youth retreat, I asked a trusted church leader to talk with me privately as I began to voice questions. Sitting on a log in the edge of the woods that day, I asked Him to be the Lord of my life. Religion is not what I have given my soul to but a relationship with Jesus. Honestly, He is the reason I am able to get through the day. He has been my lifelong friend and the joy of my heart.

 

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John 3:16 (NIV) “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”

Proverbs 3:5-6 (TLB) “If you want favor with both God and man, and a reputation for good judgment and common sense, then trust the Lord completely; don’t ever trust yourself. In everything you do, put God first, and he will direct you and crown your efforts with success.”