I was born and raised a missionary kid on the island of Luzon in the Philippines for the first fifteen years of my life. As a kid, you could always hear talk of things like “Jesus,” “heaven,” “hell,” “grace” and “sin” floating around our house. One day I asked my parents how I could be sure that I wouldn’t go to hell when I died. I can still remember sitting on my father’s lap late that night, holding his hand in the yellow lamplight and listening to him tell me the story of the gospel. With the faith of a child, I surrendered my whole life to Jesus in exchange for His forgiveness and salvation.
People often ask me whether I think my childhood conversion was “legitimate”–after all, did I really understand what I was doing? The answer is yes and no. No, I didn’t comprehend all the implications of a life surrendered to Christ, but that’s the beautiful part. I just believed. I believed with all my heart that He is the way to the Father (John 14:6), that He had graciously laid down His life for me (Romans 5:8), and that He is worthy of all my love and allegiance (Luke 10:27). Certainly, I have had my battles with doubt, and this journey of sanctification has been as muddled and messy as my daughter’s pre-school scribbles. But the blessed assurance I hold in my heart is that I am truly a child of God, and without a doubt, I will see Him face to face one day.
Beyond the gift of my salvation, I am most grateful for my husband and daughters. One of my favorite things about Clint is that he can be deeply introspective, authoritative, and wise, then in the very next moment be as wild and hyperactive as a two-year-old (something our daughters especially love!) I also love that he is so unlike me, because goodness knows I get sick of myself, and every now and then, I just need somebody laid-back to tell me to chill out…which Clint is much obliged to do. He brings life and joy, energy and direction into our home every single day, which is probably why we all stand on our tiptoes waiting to catch a glimpse of his car pulling into the driveway each evening! Home just wouldn’t be the same without him. As far as my girls go, suffice to say they’re the cutest things on the face of the planet, and I never believed such tiny hands could have such an iron grip over my heart. They make me want to be better than I am.
I think these two things–my faith in Christ and my love for my family–are what have stirred my passion for biblical womanhood. With my whole heart, I want to embrace the role and calling God has for my life so that when I do finally see Him face to face, it will be with no regrets.