Hi. I’m Amy.
The guy in the water behind me is a tiny surfer photo bomber. He has nothing to do with this story.
This post highlights the most important thing that has ever happened to me. I was rescued.
My mom and dad did the best they could to raise me. They took me to church when I was little. I was very loved in my home. I was nurtured and supported with great affection. I never lacked for anything material. All my physical needs were met. I would have to say, looking back, I don’t think my parents had more than a basic knowledge of God. Going to church was just the right thing to do, so they took us.
My grandma started sending my parents sermons on cassette tapes (remember those?) in shoe boxes. This particular pastor taught right out of the Bible, and they realized they had been spiritually starved. They devoured sermon after sermon.
Our family soon left the church we attended when my parents realized they held to some very legalistic doctrines like, you have to be baptized to be saved, and if you leave this particular congregation, you lose your salvation.
My dad, who was in the Air Force, soon had an opportunity to relocate near the church that these sermons were coming from. We moved to Southern California, where I grew up.
I’m not sure of the actual day of my salvation, but I believe this one decision my parent’s made, had the final say in my inevitable rescue. Every week I was taught the deep things of Scripture. I began to hear and understand the very words of God.
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