Here is a post from our youngest daughter; I will add others from her in the future.
August 31, 2009
I accepted Jesus Christ into my heart when I was six years old, and before then I was pretty much a typical child. I was brought up in a strong Christian home, so I learned the differences between right and wrong at an early age. I have a tendency to be prideful and a perfectionist—I never want to admit that I was wrong about, well, anything really.
Jesus started really working in my life soon after I turned six. I don’t remember exactly when this happened, but sometime when my family and I were all in the car together, I looked at my brother Michael and said (something like), “You know, me and Karen are the only ones who aren’t saved.” So, by then, I knew that there was a big difference between my sister and I and the rest of my family. A little later on, I tried to talk to my older sister, Danielle, about when she asked Jesus to come into her heart. It went somewhat rough though, because Karen wouldn’t leave us alone. However, I think we did finally get to talk through at least some of her testimony after we hid ourselves away in a closet. On June 3, 1998, Karen came out of dad’s room wearing a shirt wet with tears and a beaming smile on her face. She told us that she had accepted Jesus as her Lord and Savior. At that point, I knew that I needed to do that exact same thing. My dad and I talked a little that day, but after a little while I went to him and told him that I wanted Jesus in my heart too. He told me the plan of salvation and made sure that I understood it. Then I did the greatest thing I have ever done—I asked Jesus Christ to forgive me of my sins and to be Lord of my life.
God has done so much in my life since I became a Christian. When I was about ten, I realized that becoming a Christian wasn’t the end, but the beginning. I realized that I needed to grow and really get to know my God. God placed in my heart a desire to spend time with Him and to learn more about Him. He has continually been working on my perfectionism and prideful nature to remove it. Most of the time it is still exceedingly hard to be humble and to let God have His way in my life, but by His Grace, I will continue to grow in these areas.
God has given me the opportunity to work at a few camps over the past few years; namely, VBS, Formosa Day Camp, and Camp of the Rising Son. The summer after my ninth grade year I worked at Formosa Day Camp for the third year. I was chosen to work with (of all ages) the youngest kids—kindergarteners. This would have been my last choice, and, to top it all off, there were about twenty-five of them and only two helpers. In the kindergarten group, there were about five boys who were themselves the authors of trouble. They were always in fights, and couldn’t sit still. God used this to teach me to love; to truly love everyone with agape love—as Jesus would do. Not to love only those who were easy to get along with, but to love the needy and the sinners, and the bratty, little boys, too. God has been at work so much through any and every situation. He has taught me to be humble by bringing bad grades even when I study hard. He has taught me to love through situations like the one above, and by placing in people in my life whom I don’t really like, but must love anyway. God has done so much, and I can only stand in awe of Him and say, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
Last July I was privileged to get to go on a mission trip to New Orleans. It was an awesome time of spiritual growth for me. The entire week was unbelievably awesome! God worked in my life so much. Before we left on the trip, it was my prayer that God would fill me to overflowing with His love. And, you know what, God answers your prayers when you pray according to His will. He has given me a love for Him like I have never known before. I love Christ so much that I want everyone to know Him and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship with the Spirit. I don’t care if people reject me or hate me because of my faith. I will count it a privilege to be hated because of the name of Jesus. What can the world do to me? Kill me? In the words of Paul, “To live is Christ and to die is gain.” As long as I live I will share Jesus Christ, when I die I will go be with Him. Because of Christ I can’t lose. I thank God for all that He has done in my life, and I will praise His Name for as long as I live.