I grew up in a wealthy home and I was very materialistic. I thought the more a person had, the more important they were. I went to church, but I did not understand what it meant to truly repent. I thought I could say that I was sorry on Sunday and do the same sin over and over again. I was definitely a Sunday Christian. I had no prayer times and I never read my Bible. I knew there had to be more to life and I desired to make a difference, but I did not know what was missing.

When I was 23, I was already working as a funeral director and often thought of my own mortality. I was embarrassed that I did not know how to have true peace or eternal life. A friend of mine asked me to come to his church. After much running from God, I finally agreed. The minister asked me if I had any peace in my life and if I had ever truly asked Jesus to come into my heart. In July of 1987, I gave my life to Jesus and He changed my life for the better.

I am not perfect, but because I accepted Jesus, I know that I am going to Heaven when I die. I also know that no matter what happens to me in this life, it will work out for my good. It is very comforting to Know that I serve a God that loves me unconditionally and extends mercy and grace to me in times of need.