I grew up in Westland Heights where I married my “grade school” sweetheart, Kenneth, in 1966, we settled down in this small neighborhood and raised a family. I tell my grandchildren that growing up in Westland Heights was not that much different than living in a rural community. We lived next door to the church where Mom and Dad always made sure my sisters and I went to Sunday school, and occasionally Mom would come with us. When I was nine I walked the isle down to the front of the church, grabbed the preachers hand, said a few words, and was baptized. It seemed to start me on a journey.

In 1972, Kenneth and I attended a James Robinson crusade held at Brewer High School, White Settlement, Texas. It was at that time that God spoke to me about my salvation. I began questioning my salvation and was wondering if I did truly become a Christian. I tried to ignore God, but I soon realized I wasn’t saved. I knew what to do, but I was too embarrassed to tell anyone. About a year later, during a revival at Westland Heights Baptist Church, I asked Jesus into my heart and I gave him my life. I was so excited. He gave me the courage to get up out of that pew and walk down to the front of the church. With God’s guidance I found it was much easier than I had anticipated, and everyone was loving and waiting with open arms. I was so excited I couldn't wait to be baptized again.

There were several of us who gave our lives to Jesus during the revival, however, our church was small and it did not have a baptistery. So like most small churches, we gathered up and had a baptismal service down at Benbrook Lake.

Over the years I have found many who just walk the isle and say a few words. They need the assurance of having true faith in Jesus. This is why I have worked in the church most of my life and why today I am Sunday school superintendent. I love children and youth, young adults and seniors; and I want every one of them to come to know Jesus and to accept Him as their savior.