I grew up a believer in Jesus Christ. I accepted Jesus in my heart at the young age of five at Awanas in a small church in Roswell, New Mexico. I loved Jesus and I wanted to do what was right, but it wasn’t until after high school that my life truly began to be transformed. In college I met people who were completely sold out to Him and I wanted what they had! I married at the ripe young age of nineteen. My life was good and I definitely felt cared for and seen by God. However, it wasn’t until I was thirty years old, standing in my kitchen in Buda, Texas, that I truly felt deep down in my heart God’s love.
A few days, maybe even months prior to that moment, doors started closing in our life that we didn’t see coming. My husband’s dad passed away suddenly which was the first big loss I had ever experienced. He truly was the best, you would have loved Him! The church that we had started with friends was no longer going to meet. If you know me or my family at all, our church home is our everything. These events left a big gaping hole in my life. A hole that only God could fill with His love and that’s exactly what He did. In the same way you don’t forget your first car or your first job, you don’t forget the first time you truly experienced God’s love.