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I always think I know so much, and I’ve got the Christian life down pat, until I round the next corner and learn that I don’t. Graciously, He keeps helping me along. I am so thankful for His sovereignty and grace in my life.

I was completely and utterly unable to make even the slightest contribution to my own salvation. But what I could not do, God did – and in doing it, He did it all, sending His own Son into the world to die on the cross for my sins (Romans 5:6).

Jesus has impacted my life deeply, and I have been able to grow in my faith over the years through a number of important experiences.

The first few years of my sanctification process was chocked full of doubts and fears in regards to my salvation.

I am the first daughter in a family of 3 girls born to Portuguese Catholic parents from Newport, Rhode Island.

I was the second and last child born to young parents who both came from painful and broken family circumstances.

My life before Christ was all about my desires, my thoughts, my needs. I was the central focus in my mind's eye, with no apologies.

Ever since I can remember I have been plagued with the desire to please others more than God.

To really see how much Jesus means to me, I have to take you back a few years before I was born.

I have always been a relatively happy person. I generally had a vague belief that there was a God.