Wednesday, December 8, 2010
I'm not sure if I've ever shared my testimony or not, but I felt like I should.
I am a devoted wife who loves God, my husband, my son, cooking, baking, sewing, singing, and young people.
I was born and raised in Stockton, California. I have a wonderful little Chihuahua mixed dog names Sadie.
My family was in and out of church until I was 9. When my parents finally split up, we all stopped attending. During that time (being in and out of church) the Sunday School bus continued to pick my brother and I up. Of course I went...they gave out goodies to you if you came. But somewhere during that time, when I was a child, I found a love and tenderness towards God. I can say that I am a product of Sunday School.
From the ages of 10-15, I felt God pulling at me, but I was not ready to make a commitment yet. Well actually I didn't really have the means to go to church anyways. I remember praying in my room until I would feel stammering lips, and then stopping. I would say things to myself like "Okay God, you still haven't come back yet. I still have time."
When I was thirteen, my parents divorced. My brother and I moved to Manteca with my mom. At that time, I visited a First Assembly of God church (which I knew did not preach the truth) with a friend of mine (God was calling, and setting His direction for me. I had wanted to start going to church again.) I remember that they spoke in tongues, but believed in the Trininty. LOL.
The Youth Leader wanted to "convert" me, but I would not have it!!! I told him there was only one God, and that His name was Jesus. I believed this message, even though I could not prove it to him.
When I was 15, I visited with my dad (who had moved to the Bay area) for the summer. Would you know that there was an Apostolic Church within walking distance from him. He and his girlfriend were visiting and had brought me along for one of their church picnics. (Now remember, my parents are backsliders. My dad had continued to visit Pentecostal churches, but never making a comittment.)
I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR THAT PICNIC! I remember that one of the ladies brought along her bears that she was stuffing and sewing. The young people were playing softball, and everyone was having a good time.
But mostly, I remember I felt the love of God from His people. At that very momemt, I had determined in my mind that I wanted to be like them.
And so I moved in with my dad and started attending Lighthouse Worship Center (formerly Gospel Lighthouse), and I've never looked back!
I was baptized when I was twelve at Christian Life Center in Stockton when visiting with my dad. I'm not exactly sure when I got the Holy Ghost. I thought I got it when I was twelve, but must have received it while attending LWC because I don't remember speaking in tongues when I was twelve.
It's funny how God continues to call you even as a young child.
It's such a privilege to serve God!