I honestly can’t remember a time when I didn’t know about Jesus. I grew up in a Christian home with my dad being an Air Force Chaplain. I always new the bible stories and could spout out the typical “Sunday School” answers to everything. I asked my dad to baptize me when I was 8, but looking back, I think I wanted it because my friends had asked Him and I didn’t want to be left out. I knew Jesus as the Savior of the world, but I don’t know that I had truly made Him Lord of my life at that point. During that time, I was too busy being a prideful know-it-all.

The change in my life came when I was 11 or 12 years old. I had already gone to bed one night when I heard my parents singing praise music together out in the living room. God had been working on my heart a lot during that time. I got out of bed and walked to the corner of the hallway where I could hear my parents better, but they couldn’t see me. I asked Jesus to come in to my heart right then. I realized that I could no longer rely on my parents’ salvation- I had to know Him for myself. I knew that He died on the cross for my sins and rose three days later just for me.

Since accepting Christ, life has not been perfect, but I know who I am in Jesus. I know that my life is nothing without the Lord. He is so faithful to His promises and to teaching me to have more trust in Him. How I pray that others will know the sweet love of Jesus. I used to think I didn’t have a testimony because I didn’t have a dramatic story to to tell- but the thing is, being set free from sin by Jesus is dramatic no matter what box your story comes in.