When I was 11 years old, several of my friends went down to the preacher during church and I came home and told my mother that I wanted to invite Jesus into my heart. My mother called Preacher Baker, and she invited him over to our house. I remember waiting on him that day underneath a tree out in my yard. It seemed like the longest day of my life. I remember him coming down the road driving a yellow station wagon. I went inside the house to talk to him, and that day I prayed and asked Jesus to forgive me for my sins and to come into my heart. I told Jesus that I believe He died on the cross for my sins, and He arose three days later.

Since that day, I have had a peace from knowing that I am going to spend eternity in heaven even though I have tripped and stumbled and continued to sin. God has rescued me through his discipline and showed me that He loves me no matter what I do. When I was 23, I realized that God had not left me but I had left Him. He was there all the time waiting on me. Through my personal relationship with Jesus Christ He has given me a heart for other people as I want them to experience Him as well.