Looking back over the years, God pursued me in mighty ways. When I was sixteen years old I was deeply distressed and I began asking questions about my purpose on this earth. I felt there was something more to this being I was, a woman who could breath, think, dream, and passionately weep and cry out for a destiny deeper than the bluest ocean. As I question, I walked, seeking a Lord I thought might be there, but did not know if he was.

There was a stir in my heart to really know the truth-the truth to a life so full of pain and inexpressibly joy in the laugh of a child, or the beauty of a sunset. As I asked the sky I passed by a church that was in session. I felt as if I should go in but I refused, like a frightened child would. I felt a sense of no acceptance, for I knew in my heart there were things I'd done in my life that I thought God could never forgive. So I passed by. Yet, upon my return I came to the church. Once again something within almost pleaded with me to enter in. For some reason I did. To this day I can't explain it.

I stepped inside to a small foray. There, I could hear the sermon but Still be outside of the main sanctuary. Here I sat and began to listen to a sermon that changed my life. The speaker began answering all my questions. As he did, I began to verbally ask God more questions. Sure enough, as the sermon continued, each and every single questioned was answered and I began to weep. But this wasn't enough for me. Though I was amazed, it wasn't until some time later I started attending the church, and torturing the Youth Minister with endless battling questions about Jesus Christ and who he was.

God was patient with me though. As I continued to ask, the minister was patient and the sermons were preached. One day I attentively heard a story that caught my attention. The preached talked about how in the Old Testament of the Holy Bible, the children of Israel sacrificed lambs before God so they could be forgiven for their sin. Blood of the living creature had to be shed, and through the sacrifice each person was forgiven. In a way, the lambs paid the price for the sins the people committed. Then he talked about the New Testament. In John 3:16 it says, "For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life." The minister said that God had sent his Son to be the one and only sacrifice forever.

Now, the people of Israel did not have to sacrifice lambs for their sins, because Jesus died for the sins of the world. In that moment he took every deed of unrighteous done on his shoulders and gave us life through the shedding of his blood. The bible also says that he rose on the third day. In the book of John, Jesus also says, "I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one I can get to the Father except through me." I learned that day that I could be forgiven, that Jesus had suffered for all the wrong I had done, and I could know him personally. That God wanted to know me and loved me so much to pay the price for my sin overwhelmed me. So I told Jesus that I believed he died for my sin, I asked him to forgive me, then I asked him to come into my heart and rule my life forever after. I haven't regretted it since.

Whether you are a women of God or not, it's important for you to know that these clips of life I'm writing are here under God's grace and mercy. Biblical, to become a women of God, knowing Him personally--can be the best stepping stone toward that! I'm really excited to share with all of you what God has taught me, and I hope that all of you can experience more intimacy with him as a result of this site. Now you've read the little intro, read on and enjoy.