I grew up going to church, GA’S, Children’s camp, and vacation Bible school. I was a good kid.

I accepted Jesus as my Savior when I was 11 years old. The pastor asked us one Sunday if we knew where we would go if we died and I had always thought I knew tll he asked the question. A couple of Sundays later my sister and I went down and accpted Jesus

It felt good for a time then I didn’t feel as though I was growing spiritually. I stopped reading the Bible and after I married I only went to church occasionally. I later divorced and remarried, started back to church, the church split and my new husband did not attend church very often. My parents and I found a new church home and I still took a back seat for years. In 1999 I had heart surgery that changed my life. God left me here for unfinished business. It became clear He wanted me to tell others about Him and His love for us. He sent His son to die a horrible death for me and you and all He asks in return is to accept Him and tell our story to others. How could we not do that? I came off the back seat. I now work with the children,sing in the choir and I am the inreach leader in my Bible fellowship class and my husband has joined the church and loves it. I know when I die I will live eternally in Heaven with my God. How awesome is that?