I had the opportunity to grow up in a great family. We went to church every time the doors were open, and, from a very young age, I remember my parents ministering to the kids and teenagers in the church.
When I was five, however, I recognized my personal need for salvation. One Sunday afternoon, while I was upstairs in my room during naptime, I realized that I was a sinner and that my sins would keep me from going to heaven. I had heard my pastor and teachers speak many times about how the only way to heaven is through Jesus Christ, and it finally clicked with me that I had to receive this gift for myself. So, one afternoon, in the privacy of my room, I prayed and asked Jesus to forgive my sins and to take over my life. A year or two later, I was baptized.
In 1997, my family started traveling to various churches on deputation. As I heard various sermons about the need for missionaries, I began to contemplate the depth of Jesus' love in giving Himself on the cross. At a missions conference, on evening, after realizing that the only response that I could give to His sacrifice of death was to offer my life in service to Him however He would choose, I dedicated my life to the Lord.