I am thankful that my parents reared me in a Christian home so that I was confronted with my own sinfulness from an early age. Most of my memories of sinfulness from that era surround disobedience to my parents and hence disobedience to God.
I made the decision to believe on the Lord Jesus Christ for salvation when I was in second or third grade. I don’t remember the exact date or year since my memories are clustered by location due to my father’s service in the U.S. Army. However, I do remember my parents leading me to the Lord on the couch in our small home in Fort Ord, California. I knew I was a sinner and that I deserved to spend eternity in hell for my sins. I was so thankful to receive salvation by grace through faith.
The first fruit in my life became evident later that day when I told my neighbor, Brian, how he could be saved. I had some ups and downs throughout my childhood and teenage years, but the Lord drew me back to a dedicated walk with him in college and I have been walking closely with Him ever since.