My Personal Testimony
Me with my Dad before he passed away in 2010
For a long time I felt anxious whenever someone asked me to share my testimony. More than once I had heard that you should be able to point to an exact date — the day you decided to follow Jesus. The problem was… I couldn’t.
In my family, church wasn’t occasional — it was simply part of life.
Every Sunday, every Wednesday night, every potluck, every special event, every Christmas pageant — we were there. As a child I learned Bible stories on flannel boards, sang in the kids’ choir, prayed before meals, and said my bedtime prayers.
But honestly —
I don’t remember a time when I didn’t know Jesus as Lord and Savior.
I don’t have a date written in my Bible that says, “This is the day I accepted Christ.”
I remember raising my hand and praying.
I remember being baptized.
I remember moments when God made Himself incredibly real to me.
I remember times I wandered and begged for forgiveness. And, truthfully, for a while I shared some of those moments as my testimony because I felt like my real story wasn’t enough.
Then I read Psalm 103:17 — “From everlasting to everlasting the Lord’s love is with those who fear Him, and His righteousness with their children’s children.”
Not long after, I came across Isaiah 44:3 — “I will pour out My Spirit on your offspring and My blessing on your descendants.”
That’s when I realized — I do have a testimony.
My testimony is that I was blessed by generations who loved Jesus. God revealed Himself to me through the faith of my parents and my grandparents.
Did I still have to personally choose to follow Christ? Yes. Faith isn’t inherited — At some point I did choose Him as Lord of my life. I just don’t remember the exact moment it happened.
Have I made foolish choices? Of course.
Have I taken wrong turns? Absolutely.
Have I fallen on my knees asking forgiveness? Many times.
But because I belonged to Him from a young age, the Holy Spirit was always there — convicting, guiding, correcting, and loving me back.
So if you’re a parent of young children, I hope this encourages you.
Tell them about Jesus.
Take them to church.
Read Scripture with them.
Pray with them.
I can’t promise they’ll never wander. Most of us do.
But they will grow up knowing who He is — and one day, prayerfully, they will choose for themselves to follow the path He has set before them.
In my family, church wasn’t occasional — it was simply part of life.
Every Sunday, every Wednesday night, every potluck, every special event, every Christmas pageant — we were there. As a child I learned Bible stories on flannel boards, sang in the kids’ choir, prayed before meals, and said my bedtime prayers.
But honestly —
I don’t remember a time when I didn’t know Jesus as Lord and Savior.
I don’t have a date written in my Bible that says, “This is the day I accepted Christ.”
I remember raising my hand and praying.
I remember being baptized.
I remember moments when God made Himself incredibly real to me.
I remember times I wandered and begged for forgiveness. And, truthfully, for a while I shared some of those moments as my testimony because I felt like my real story wasn’t enough.
Then I read Psalm 103:17 — “From everlasting to everlasting the Lord’s love is with those who fear Him, and His righteousness with their children’s children.”
Not long after, I came across Isaiah 44:3 — “I will pour out My Spirit on your offspring and My blessing on your descendants.”
That’s when I realized — I do have a testimony.
My testimony is that I was blessed by generations who loved Jesus. God revealed Himself to me through the faith of my parents and my grandparents.
Did I still have to personally choose to follow Christ? Yes. Faith isn’t inherited — At some point I did choose Him as Lord of my life. I just don’t remember the exact moment it happened.
Have I made foolish choices? Of course.
Have I taken wrong turns? Absolutely.
Have I fallen on my knees asking forgiveness? Many times.
But because I belonged to Him from a young age, the Holy Spirit was always there — convicting, guiding, correcting, and loving me back.
So if you’re a parent of young children, I hope this encourages you.
Tell them about Jesus.
Take them to church.
Read Scripture with them.
Pray with them.
I can’t promise they’ll never wander. Most of us do.
But they will grow up knowing who He is — and one day, prayerfully, they will choose for themselves to follow the path He has set before them.
Me and my dad before he passed away in 2010.
