For many years my life had no meaning or purpose until one day a radical change in my life brought new meaning.
I grew up in a church going family where God was a big part of our lives.
A man that I knew and trusted shared with me what I needed to do to give me eternal peace and eternal life.
When I was in the fourth grade a man sat down with me and some of my friends and shared Christ with us. He told us about Jesus’ love, death on a cross for us,
After a while I began to realize that although I knew a lot about God, I did not have a personal relationship with Christ.
When I was small, my parents literally fought all the time. Our home was a battlefield and there was NO love in my life.
I was born in Japan to a Christian family. My parents prayed for me even before I was born.
I did all I could do to be perfect in the eyes of others but deep inside I knew something was missing.
The first 34 years of my life were spent as what I would now call a “Cultural Christian”.
When my husband left for Vietnam and left me with four boys under 12, I had to rely on God.