Testimony Part One

Okay, Here is the first part of my testimony. I'll be posting more later.



It was April, 2006. I was 5 months pregnant with my first baby and I was attending a Conference in Springfield, Missouri. The conference was for Children’s Pastors/leaders/workers. My husband (David) and I have worked in Children’s Ministry (as well as Youth) since shortly after we were married; so roughly 5 1/2 years now. Anyway, back to the conference…I was with the Children’s Pastor for our church, Tammy Smith. Her husband (Chris) and David were not able to get off work to attend the conference, as it was for one week. Chris is a farmer, cows and crops, and David had not long worked with the Sheriff’s Department and did not have enough leave time built yet. Tammy and I split up and attended different classes so that we could get as much out of the conference as possible. Later each night in our hotel room, we would talk about the classes we attended and what we learned. At night there would be “General Session” in the main sanctuary and we would have worship along with preaching. Pat Holland was the guest speaker for one night in particular. Pat is well known all across the United States as an Anointed, Spirit Filled, On Fire Children’s Ministry Speaker/Teacher/Preacher…etc...etc. This was my first time hearing or seeing her speak. It was powerful! The anointing was dripping off of her. The presence of God was so real. Probably the strongest I had felt in a service up to that point of my life. Since then I have felt it stronger…but I’ll get to that later. She had a very good sermon and I really felt touched by it. At the end of her sermon, during the “alter call” she called everyone that would come to kneel/stand/sit at the alters and seek God for what his desires were for our Children’s Ministry. Easy enough right?…WRONG! I found a spot on the steps to the far left side of the sanctuary leading up to the balcony. I was the only one over there and I began to pray. But for some reason, it felt like my prayers weren’t going anywhere. I was trying really hard to be “in the moment”, but it felt as if I was just going through the motions. I began to weep before the Lord and cry for Him to speak to me. I wouldn’t say I heard an audible voice, because I didn’t. But in my mind and in my Spirit something was playing over and over and over again. Music… I was so confused. “God what are you saying?” I thought, and prayed. But I knew what he meant. It was then, that I knew that He had placed a call on my life to music. Worship leading…Choir…MUSIC! And it scared me. You see, I am not a musician. I can not read music. Sure I took piano lessons as a child, but I never made it past the “beginner” book. All I can do is sing. I’ve sung in church for as long as I can remember. My parents always encouraged me to sing. I remember starting very young, probably the 3rd or 4th grade singing a special in church. But leading/directing music?…HA! Surely God is just kidding right?? I couldn’t shake it. Every time I prayed and even when I wasn’t praying, I felt the tug on my heart. But I was afraid. Really afraid. So I thought it best not to say anything to anyone. Not even David. So eventually the tug wasn’t so strong. Yeah, it was there, but it was ignorable. A few short months later I became a Mommy! My baby was everything to me. Everything I did was for him. To be quite honest, I let my family move up on the list of priorities and God moved down. I’m ashamed to admit it…but it’s true. Time rocked on and eventually the tug started coming back, stronger. I wasn’t able to ignore it anymore. So, I started praying. I prayed for about two weeks. Then one day I decided, I couldn’t take it any longer I had to get it off my chest. So I told David. He wasn’t really sure what to say. He just said he’d pray about it too. And so we prayed… To be continued…








For your enjoyment, here is a picture of my boys. In this picture Cy is 2 and Jake is about 6 months. (The picture is a couple of months old.)