Unlike my husband, I did not grow up in church. I attended church occasionally, whenever a relative would take me, or a bus would come by in the summertime to take to us to Vacation Bible School.
I attended church with my aunt and uncle during my teen years. It was during a Sunday morning service that I finally realized that I was lost and on my way to hell. That day, as a sixteen year old girl, I accepted Christ as my savior.
I have had a heart for missions for many years. I have had the privilege of going on mission trips to Honduras, Nicaragua and Venezuela. I had a strong desire to work with Hispanic people and these trips only strengthened that desire.
