What is my story?
I accepted Jesus into my heart at the age of six after a 5-Day Bible Club being held in our backyard. I remember Pastor Dan Austin leading me in the prayer of salvation in my bedroom after the Friday session of the meeting. For the first thirty-seven years of my spiritual life, I was, by all outward appearances, a good person living a good life. I was raised in a wonderful Christian home with parents that loved Jesus, were faithful in church attendance, and lived out their faith every day. To anyone watching, I looked like a model Christian: dependable, moral, disciplined, and engaged. But inside, something essential was missing. My faith was steady but stagnant—alive, yet not growing; obedient, but not fully surrendered. I often describe it this way: I was like a dead fish floating downstream. I wasn’t rebelling or making trouble, but I wasn’t swimming against the current either. I was drifting through life, guided more by habit than by the Holy Spirit. My faith was more about checkin...