When I was fifteen months old, my birth mother fed me gasoline. I spent six weeks on life support in ICU at Loma Linda Hospital followed by six more weeks at a shelter home run by two registered nurses. I was taken away from my birth mother and put up for adoption. I didn’t realize it at the time, but God chose the parents I needed to become my future adoptive parents when I was nineteen months old. My mom and I made a special connection from the very start, even though we had never met before. My new parents took me home and eventually added my biological sister, Theresa, a year later to our loving family.
Over the years, my vision improved and now I am just visually impaired, not blind. My chronic lung disease was miraculously healed after I had my lungs scraped at Children’s Hospital in San Diego. I was young so I didn’t connect the healing to God’s grace as I did not yet know him, or what He would do for me.
When we were in junior high school, my sister and I started attending the youth group at HDC, led by Pastor Paul. My sister was baptized in the group, turning her heart to God.
Later, my Mom was baptized with the first group baptized at HDC in Powell auditorium. My step-father was already baptized at his church at the age of twelve. Next, my niece chose to follow the Lord and get baptized. Later, my step-sister Ashley was baptized. I was watching all of these people I loved get baptized and follow the Lord Jesus. I also started to realize that the Lord had been by my side throughout my life. I began to think that He must have a purpose for my life to have brought me through so many difficulties. After my sister passed away a couple of months ago, I started thinking about my own salvation.
I became interested at this time to get baptized myself and make a formal stand in front of all that I have accepted Jesus as my savior. I now realize what He has done for me and my entire family. I want to be connected to Christ and let the world know He is my savior. I want to go to heaven with my entire family.