My birth parents took me to church as a young child. Then they stopped going and I became a “bus kid”. I enjoyed going to church and went almost every Sunday. I went to every VBS that was offered near me. I memorized all the verses and knew every answer. Even though my parents didn’t live it, I knew the Christian way of living. I knew how to trust in Jesus.
Then my life had an awful turn. My cries for help from an abusive parent fell on deaf ears. I attempted suicide several times as a young teen eventually ending up in foster care. When I was 15 I started living with the most amazing foster mom ever. She taught me how to forgive the people who hurt me in the past and how to go forward. I started back at church and became very involved.
My church had a mission trip to Mexico and through the help of my church, I was able to go. That opened my eyes up to the emptiness around me. Leading other people to Christ was amazing. I dedicated (or so I thought) my life to the Lord at this point. Remember, Paul was called to go before he actually accepted Christ.
I enrolled in Baptist Bible College right after high school. During a church service, someone said you can miss heaven by 18 inches. I was someone missing heaven by 18 inches. I knew everything about how to trust in Jesus. I knew the plan of salvation and even led other people. I had head knowledge but not heart knowledge. I accepted Jesus into my heart on September 29, 1998. I continue to grow in grace and love.