Church, starting at 7 days old, has almost entirely defined my social life. My closests friends and best memories were often made at church. So as I child I was very quickly exposed to the gospel. Every night my dad read Bible stories to my brother and me. I knew all the stories. However, they were only stories to me. I knew that God was real, but I had not personally experienced Him.

When I was 4 years old, I recognized my need to experience the God that a little shepard boy depended on when he killed a giant with a sling shot and a smooth stone. I saw that I did not know the same God that created the Earth and yet still knew the number of hairs on my head. So, in children’s church one Sunday morning, I walked to the back of the room and knelt in prayer making Jesus the Lord of my life.

I know without a doubt that I truly gave my heart to the Lord that day. The grace my Heavenly Father extends to me daily and the assurance of my salcation have carried me through times when I did not choose to honor my Savior. The same blood that Jesus shed still covers those times that I fall away. Even in my times of selfish disobedience, God still loves me and has continued to reveal himself to me. He has blessed me with a wonderful family- parents that love the Lord, a wonderful brother and sister-in-law that serve Him, and 2 wonderful nephews that show me, daily, how good God is. There is no other way I’d rather spend my life than in the freedom and abundance I have found in Christ!