I am very thankful for my Christian heritage and for my mother who saw to it that I attended church from the time I was born. My salvation experience was not one of those spectacular conversions, like Saul on the road to Damascus. I grew up in the church, participating in activities on Sunday morning, Sunday evening and Wednesday nights every week. It was not a questions of “are we going to church?” in my home. It was a known fact that if the church had anything happening that’s where I was going to be. Growing up in a small community in the 50’s and 60’s was a great time for me. There were several churches in our community and Baptist was not the only denomination either. Almost everyone I knew as a child attended a church on a regular basis. There were some members of various families, including mine (my dad, my maternal grandmother and my fraternal grandfather) who didn’t attend church, but for the most part my family was involved in the church all the time. My maternal grandfather was instrumental in the building of the church in Kentucky where I attended. He held a revival on his property in a tent and that was the beginning of the Geneva Baptist Church. Geneva Baptist Church was a “mission” of the McKinney Baptist Church which was located about a mile away.
I accepted Christ after VBS when I was 9 years old. I remember being under conviction and being scared to step out to walk forward at the end of the service. I remember that once I took the first step out into the aisle, I don’t remember the rest of the walk to the front of the church. I knew that I wanted to have Jesus be number one in my life then as I still do today. I was baptized in the river one Sunday afternoon. I remember being excited about the baptism and what I was wearing. My mom has photos of the baptism that are in black and white (laugh).
My first date with my husband was attending a revival service. I met him at Steak ‘n Shake where he worked. He worked curb service where he took the food order and brought the order to the car. He was baptized at MWBC and as you know, we continue to attend church regularly. My life would not be the same without God in it. I cannot imagine my life without God, so that fact that my conversion wasn’t a spectacular one is fine with me. I am thankful that God allowed me to be part of His kingdom most of my life. I, like everyone else, am not perfect. I strive to become better day by day. It’s not always easy, but I always know where my eternal home will be.
Who Am I?
