I grew up in a small town in Florida. My earliest memory of God was receiving communion at the age of 12. I attended a church. I remember sitting in mass and constantly staring at the cross of Jesus. I also wanted to be an altar girl and help the priest.
High school was full of activities. I had many friends from different denominations. We would go sailing on the weekends often. I always wanted to go to church, and I would go with my mom.
After high school, I went to college. I studied very hard and I would spend many hours in the library. I once went to the beach with friends from FCA. I remember them sharing with me about the bible and praying for me.
I remember also when Billy Graham visited our campus. I had a choice to go but the pressure of school work was too much and I went to the library.
After college, I got a job with a consulting firm in Atlanta. At the age of 25, I bought a house, a car and I was traveling. It was a lot of fun.
I remember during those years, having success, a house, a car, money but not being content. I remember thinking a lot about what would make me happy. I would drive around and look at people and I would wonder where we went after we died. Sometimes the Lord’s prayer would come to my mind, and I would recite it. But I was not aware of Jesus.
One day, I walked into a church in downtown Atlanta. As I sat in the pew, I wept. I asked God, “Why I was not happy.” A coworker saw me and prayed for me.
I thought about what I would want to do with my life.
In the summer of 1997, I was accepted into a school. I packed up my bags and drove to California.
Being in California was different. I learned so much, and I met a wonderful friend, Fiona. She would often invite me to church but I was from a different denomination.
However, Fiona was quite a persistent friend and on August 23, 1998, on a Sunday morning, I went to church with her. That day the Holy Spirit touched my heart. I cried as I lifted my hands for the first during worship. I went up to the altar and I asked Jesus into my life. After, Fiona prayed for me. I had so much peace. I became a born again Christian.
My life has never been the same. I read the bible for the first time at the age of 27, and Jesus became real to me. I was shocked about what the bible taught. A desire to know and pursue Jesus and share Him with others grew and that desire has never changed. In the Spring of 1999, I received the Baptism of the Holy Spirit. My life changed forever!