About Me

Right Now
My name is Amy, and I am a wife to an amazing man and mother to four loving and crazy children under the age of four: two girls and two boys.  My husband and I didn't plan on having children so early on in our marriage, or having them this close together. (The gaps between children are 13 months, 13 1/2 months, and 17 months.) However, we will never call our children anything but blessings from God.  I have cared for children all my life, but was not prepared for how hard the work that having children of your own can be. I'm not talking about child care, I'm talking about the emotional, mental, and spiritual battle that is raising children for the Lord - all while being a wife to your husband first.

Salvation Testimony
I grew up in a Christian home. I don't know how many times I prayed "the prayer" when a Sunday School, Jr. Church, or VBS teacher asked us to pray with them if we wanted to get saved. However, when I was six years old, I prayed with my Pastor. For the longest time I claimed that day as the day of my salvation, getting baptized shortly thereafter. However, I always had doubts. I wondered how we knew other religions weren't right, how we could really know. I also heard a preacher say that if we couldn't remember our heart intent during our salvation prayer, we weren't saved. I was so scared of that for years, and I would pray every night before I went to sleep, "God, if I'm not saved, save me." When I was 13 years old, a man from my church gave a testimony similar to mine: he had professed his faith at an early age, but always had doubts. After a near-death experience, he realized he needed to take care of this matter once and for all. I couldn't sleep that night. Was I saved? Was I not? I didn't know, but I know I needed to take care of this. Late into the night, I laid on my face and wept, crying out to Jesus that I was a wretch and needed Him. I have not doubted since.

Of course, many times you will hear that if you don't have a date on the calendar for which you can claim as your day of salvation, you aren't saved. This bothered me for a long time. I knew it was neither true nor Biblical. In my case, I don't know if I was saved at age 6 (and just reassured my salvation at age 13) or age 13. Then I heard the following illustration: If you came across a car crash with a person sprawled on the ground, would you look for his birth certificate or check his pulse to see if he was living? Of course, you would check his pulse. The day doesn't matter, although some find it helpful to commemorate, but my relationship with Jesus Christ in the now does matter. I know that I have eternal life by grace through faith.