my T E S T I M O N Y

I dont really know why God works how he does, and to be honest, sometimes I don't see what he is doing until a ways down the road. But I am incredibly grateful for the Lord and how he works in and through my life. <3


Growing up, my mom always provided where needed and made ends meet. I grew up in church, and never really got into much trouble. When I was younger I thought I got saved, but I don't believe I truly knew what that meant until 4 years ago. My childhood wasn't really the greatest in terms of emotional security. My bioligical father was never there, although when he did come into my life, it was dishonesty that he talked of and led to heartbreak in the end. My step father of 10 years provided for the house, but was definitely not the leader God planned the man of the house to be. There was abuse- both physical and verbal- that took hold of my confidence and self image and pulled me down into the depths of depression until it held me at the very bottom of the darkest place I have ever been in my entire life. I always knew the Lord loved me, and I always knew there was a God, but I never knew why, I never felt of any worth, and I never saw what my life could possibly be for. When i sank into my depression my sophomore/junior year of high school, it wasnt until I saw the end that I realized just how far down I'd let the enemy pull me. My mom was at work that night and I'd been in an unstable emotonial rollercoaster all night. I found myself standing in front of the microwave in the kitchen where my mom kept all her medications, just staring. After what seemed like forever, the Lord just overwhelmed me and I broke down on my knees in the floor and all I could do was cry and pray. It was at that moment that I knew none of it was my fault, none of the lies, emotional scaring, repressed memories, none of it was under my control. But there was one thing that I could control, and that was what I was going to do next- I had 2 choices, 1. take my life right there like planned, or 2. give it ALL over to the Lord. It was on that night I made the decision I was no longer going to be held captive by words, by the actions of others. I was not going to be a statistic of another sad situation, I was going to overcome, and I also realized I could not do it alone. Looking back, I thank the Lord SO MUCH for saving me on that night, I thank him for sending his son to conquer the grave, to give me eternal life, to SHED HIS BLOOD for me- of all people, me. It is still amazing to me, I dont think I will ever comprehend the love of God and the love of Jesus Christ until I witness the scars for myself, until I touch his robe and fall on my knees in awe of him on the day that the Lord takes me up to be with him.


I know where I've been, who I was, and I also see who He is and what He means to my life, and you ask me why I want to work with problemed children, children who have rough lives, children who have seen horrible things, children in other countries, other walks of life... I want to work with these people in areas that are low poverty and less appealing to most, not because I want to see how far I can push my luck, not so people can praise me for it, but because my Lord and Savior came down into the darkness I was in and pulled me up. It was when I was young that the Lord used someone who came into my life somewhere along the line and planted that seed, planted that desire, and I want the Lord to work through me to further his kingdom with those who are often overlooked or pitied. I'm trying, but I dont think this is even close to explaining the passion I have for the ministry. Every day we are alive, we are on a mission field. Every day we have breath is a day to glorify and tell someone about the wonderful works the Lord is doing in our lives.


"Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age." [[Matthew 28:19-20]]